Desert Fox Hunters?

A desert fox, pictured yesterday.

I am going to write to Anthony Whatwar Blair with a little idea which came to me today as I was listening to the wireless. Don't get me wrong, I don't particularly want to help the smug, plastic-grinned, right-wing, not-so-closet Tory tit who heads our nation but I do feel two groups in our society are deserving of my cerebral gem.
There was a feature on my non-digital receiver about the families of squaddies who feared for the sanity of their sons and daughters out in Iraq because of the horrors they were witnessing. This was followed by another feature, this time on committed (if only) fox hunters who were bemoaning their lot now that they no longer had judicial backing to go around slaughtering wildlife.
Hang on, I thought. So we have a group of men and women whose mission in life is to ride around in silly uniforms chasing a perceived enemy in the middle of nowhere and they are unhappy that they HAVE TO massacre fellow creatures in the name of a totally unjust and unpopular cause? On the other hand we have a group of men and women whose mission in life is to ride around in silly uniforms chasing a perceived enemy in the middle of nowhere and they are unhappy that they are NO LONGER ALLOWED TO massacre fellow creatures in the name of a totally unjust and unpopular cause?
You've got it. Bring our Brave Boys and Girls home, Tone, and send the fucking fox hunters out to Iraq. Birds and stones? Everyone's happy. It's a belter.
In the meantime, let "the unspeakable in pursuit of the uneatable" police the streets of Grantham.