I thought it was a joke at first. It couldn't be... could it?
Richard Desmond once likened his editor to a chef and his publications to a cake - sometimes he could add a little cherry on top, he smarmed.
If this was a cake, it would be a giant dog-turd covered in sick, with scabs instead of sprinkles and jism for icing. And instead of a cherry, there's a splattered pigeon scraped up off the road and chucked on the top.
I mean, look at the fucking thing:
Have you ever seen worse than this? Let me know if you have, because I need to see it.
Oh, and the story itself is a load of bullshit peppered with quotes from the usual astroturf groups to justify something that isn't even going to happen but that the spectral 'they' are plotting to do to 'your lawn'. But you knew that already, I reckon.