^ Something to mull over while I measure out a set amount of oats for breakfast
^ Something to mull over while I measure out a set amount of oats for breakfast
So we have an extension to the drop dead date. Does anyone here actually believe this disfuctional bunch of parliamentary wankers will come up with any sort of agreement?
In spite of all the nice talk, my bet is come the new drop dead date, there will be no agreement and another extension will be needed.
"Whenever you find yourself on the side of the majority, it is time to pause and reflect,"
All the current deadline does is make it less likely that there will be a referendum, which is essential to resolve the mess.
Thanks, Macron.
There are loads of members beginning with 'Dom...', which one do you say he is, considering you also claim he is someone called Smeg that appears to be the subject of other threads? And ftm who was I in a previous life?
I suspect you're pointing and ducking, not unusual for shallow desperadoes needing to solve a credibility crisis.
Must confess to stifling a chuckle from your leading 'Eh?'
What a vile person you are.
Rather than admit you made a mistake you come with disgusting nonsense like that. You really are a piece of shit.
Point away, Doc, make a fool of yourself and gamble on unswerving support from your intellectual inferiors, poor things!
Anyway, do you have any thoughts on Brexit or shall we move on?
I think that awful man's Brexit Party will go down well with the people, against and despite the expected deceit and manipulation of powerful resources by a corrupt establishment and media.
But what would I know, as a Brexiteer!
I'm with you there, looks like ext2 is the natural precursor to ext3 and so on until revocation. That said, both UK and EU are in severe crisis with social shifts and leadership subject to such volatility that absolutely anything short of no deal could happen.
If I have any money left will be buying ££ in Sept/Oct, expecting it to rise after ext3 when it becomes clearer that Brexit is no longer an option. Otoh, if this turns out to be an accurate 'wild guess', expect the Remoaners to do a victory croon without pause to consider the dire implications of the thwarted attempt to leave a declining EU.
Ms Rees-Mogg would have been 8 years old during the last Maggie election. She would have turned teenage for Major's. That opening intro was exaggeration and it stopped me bothering to listen further.
'Fighting for' implies much more than supporting, it implies active involvement, something that she could not have done at her age.
You need to use your commonsense more often and especially when listening to these people.
These people remind me of the hecklers when I used to play chess. The ones that say you should have made this or that move without any real understanding of your plans. Ask them for a game and they run like hell.
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Macron wants a hard Brexit, Merkel no Brexit
now the British disease has spread to the top of the EU, for a battle of power in the EU between France and Germany
as predicted by DeGaulles, the Brits will destroy the EU initiative from within
We need to cutoff that disease while we can, not wait for more diagnosis
I still stand by my words, Brexit is too great a decision to be left to UK PMs alone
Have the Queen make the final decision, or hold a new Referendum
I suppose it makes sense that this Anunziata has joined Nigel's gang. She can't get elected either.
https://www.theguardian.com/politics...-of-bankruptcyTo lose one official before your party has even been launched may be regarded as a misfortune, to lose two looks like carelessness. Last month, Catherine Blaiklok, the designated leader of Nigel Farage’s new Brexit party, was forced to stand down for making Islamophobic comments and retweeting a neo-Nazi. Then the treasurer, Michael McGough, who quit after antisemitic tweets he posted were uncovered. Say what you like, but you can’t accuse the Brexit party of not offering equal opportunities in racism.
At the party’s official launch, at a metal finishing factory under the M6 on the outskirts of Coventry, a tanned and disturbingly healthy-looking Nigel Farage was keen to let bygones be bygones as he basked in his coronation as leader.
“No more Mr Nice Guy,” Farage declared. No great revelation, as there never had been one. Nige had just been minding his own business, hoovering up cash on the far-right chat show circuit in the US, appearing alongside racist conspiracy theorists, when his country came calling. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly, but if you insist.” Brexit was being betrayed by politicians, business and – er, the trade unions – and he was the saviour who was going to deliver the UK into the promised land of bankruptcy. His messiah complex is quite strong.
This was to be a new start, a time for the British people to rise up against the career politicians. Said the career politician, who had been bankrolled by Brussels as an MEP for 20 years, had tried and failed to get elected seven times to Westminster and was now heading up his second political party. Farage has never been one to let a spot of cognitive dissonance get in the way of the enjoyment of his self-image. Neither have his supporters. The collective delusion of Nigel as a man who gives a toss about the people has worked just fine for them all.
The British people were lions being led by donkeys. What the country was crying out for was a snake-oil chancer who had just dropped into the bookies to put £1,000 on the Brexit party winning the most seats in the May European elections. People should just sit back, vote for him and enjoy the ride. He had no policies because, well, policies were the sort of thing that establishment career politicians cared about. He was here to offer a dream. A dream of a nostalgic return to the 1950s, when Britain was still just about hanging on to its empire. The independence of a failed state.
But this wasn’t all about Nigel. Not entirely, anyway. Having lapped up the attention and the applause of the 100 or so people in the audience – if there was no crowd he still couldn’t be entirely certain if he really existed – Farage promised to introduce us to the stellar candidates who would be representing the Brexit party in the May elections. Candidates whose qualities would far exceed those of all their rivals from the political elites.
Step forward the shiniest star, Annunziata Rees-Mogg. To be fair, she doesn’t quite have the affected Edwardian upper-class tones of her brother, Jacob, but her posh country accent doesn’t really mark her out as a woman to set her disaffected people free. “I come in sadness,” she insisted, though she actually sounded rather chipper about her trip to the Midlands. Like Nigel and Jacob, she too is a career politician who can’t resist any passing microphone. She’s just a failed career politician, having been unable to get elected to Westminster even when handed a very winnable seat in the West Country by the Conservatives.
Nancy, as David Cameron liked to call her, turned out to not have much to say, either. But then the Brexit party isn’t actually for anything, other than to channel a sense of frustration. If they were ever called on to deliver on the fantasies of a no-deal Brexit, Farage and Stigmata would be the first out the door in horror. You wouldn’t see them for dust. Still, Nigel was right about something. The underwhelming Rees-Mogg was slightly more impressive than the other prospective candidates, one of whom was adamant that British fish wanted to be eaten by British people and ripped up her prepared speech in protest at her own mediocrity.
The presentations over, Farage took centre-stage again for a few questions. How was Brexit any different from Ukip? Nigel put on his sincere face. While it was true that they basically shared the same policies – as in they didn’t have any – Ukip had turned out to be a racist organisation. And he was having none of that. Oh no. Anything he might have said about immigration in the past, including the openly racist poster of the referendum campaign, had merely been aberrations.
He was a changed man. Someone who just wanted to do the best for his country. None of this was about him. He hated having to be dragged back into the limelight. But duty called. Believe that and you’ll believe anything.
Same sentiment here, cut off that disease while you can, let us out on sensible terms, and then you and perhaps even brighter people can focus on saving your precious EU.
Can't imagine how you worked out that the dwarf wounded by domestic strife is in a power struggle against the haggard old witch at the end of her reign, while their two nations effectively determine the future of this utopian 'project'. Ever wondered how that will pan out?
you noticed too? he was on his last 1 silver star, and then suddenly back on a 5 star general
probably Boon Mee, Smeggle, Pat, and Noodles dormant names here being called to contribution
for someone who claimed he is not obsessed with repos and constantly complain about Ant and friends repo gang, he is no short on irony
^^Well it's certainly clear why the echo chamber of NTD wasn't enough for you, despite all the sycophancy.
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