Michael Gove has once again hit out at “experts” at The Bank of England.

“Fucking Canadians, coming over here and making sound fiscal decisions in the face of lunatic policy makers. They’re almost as bad as the Jews, sorry did I say Jews, I meant experts” Michael Gove (né Eichmann) told The Rochdale Herald.

Mr Gove (né Eichmann) is once again criticising Mark Carney, Governor of The Bank of England and Chairman of the G20’s Financial Stability Board, who inferred during the EU referendum that the Leave Campaign was either full of financial fuckwits, liars or lunatics. Mr Gove was a senior leader in the Leave Campaign, you know the guys behind that bus that was covered in lies.

Without any hint of irony Mr Gove, a senior figure in a right wing political party, likened the experts (like Mark Carney) who were criticising Leave campaigners to the Nazis, a right wing political party, and their campaign to smear the reputation of Albert Einstein, an expert, with a pack of lies.

“It’s time we returned the levers of control for our economy to people who aren’t Canadians or Jewish, sorry did I say Jewish? I meant experts. These book reading technocrats are unpatriotic and should be purged from our society.” Mr Gove was apparently overheard saying in a secret underground illuminati hosted KKK meeting in Central London.

“We should burn all of their books to stop any more of these so-called economists making so-called sound so-called decisions that provide so-called fiscal stability. All of this post Brexit recession stuff, I blame the Jews, Canadians and Experts. It’s a Jewish Canadian conspiracy to steal your £350 million a day for the NHS. Anyway Mark Carney is an immigrant, has anybody checked his teeth.” Mr Gove, added whilst wearing a black shirt and a leather overcoat.

We approached Mark Carney for a comment about Michael Gove and his response was to look at us blankly and ask “who?”

The lucky bastard.

Quentin D Fortesqueue is a founding editor of The Rochdale Herald. Part time amateur narcissist and full time satirist Quentin is never happier than when playing his lute and drinking a full bodied Bordeaux. He rarely plays the lute and never gets to drink Bordeaux.