Look at this face:
Really look at it, ignoring its graininess*. Many of you know this smug, horrible avatar of greedy privilege. Some call him reptilian, but I think that gives reptiles grounds to sue. See those shark-like dot eyes, black with caustic ideology. I bet you can hear his voice, spouting shit so corrosive it's easy to believe his heart doesn't pump blood, but pure bile**.
Now imagine that face, hovering over you, flushed red† with sweat. Perspiration forming rivulets and running down his nose to drip into your eye. Hair plastered to his head. His arms shake with the effort of keeping him above you. He grins at you in post-coital goofiness and withdraws his rapidly diminishing erection, wiping it on your thighs as he does.
He flops down onto his side with a long, drawn-out sigh. He reaches across to his discarded trousers, fishes in the pockets, pulls out his wallet and peels off few notes. These notes he carefully shoves into your mouth until you gag, his post-coital smile still in place, never. As you are about to vomit he lets go and punches you in the face.
Now, if you're Scottish, think about that. Think about any future Prime Minister of any party, sitting in Westminster, erection and fists at the ready. I could say so much more, but I'll leave that there for you to think about.
* Maybe I should have black-and-whited it.
** Or you're a Tory and think he's a capitalist hero, in which case I am sorry for your illness.
† Redder, if you want to be entirely accurate. I'm always going for accuracy. Except for when I can't be arsed.