Brussels – Wind and Piss
I dreamed the Maybot’s conned us all again. She’s really gone to Brussels for a holiday – and she’s put us in the Euro!
The Maybot’s on another walking holiday.
Aaagh...! She might come back!
Patience My Little...
Climate Change started 5 billion years ago. It is forecast to end in a further 5 billion.
Patience my little Eco Warrior.
Now God has intervened to save Napoleon Macron will a fireball in St Pauls stimulate StTheresa?
Alistair Williams Shoreham…
Is it me – or is Alistair Williams way off message?
I Dreamed That...
Brussels is hell and Satan has super-glued one of his little jinns on the Speaker’s seat in the British House of Commons. And this jinn has made himself a Maybot and filled it full of wicked lies that it continually sprays over the cowed inhabitants of this cold wet cluster of islands and...
Lies, Proven and Unproven...
In their Manifestos, both the Tories and Labour promised to deliver BREXIT. They are both reneging on that promise.
OK, Boris promised £350,000 a week to the NHS – WHEN BREXIT WAS DELIVERED.
He probably lied, but we don’t know for sure because BREXIT HAS NOT BEEN DELIVERED.
Sign the Leave Without a Deal Petition
Hit Where it Hurts...
2300 on the 29th March was the last straw.
May and her Tories have broken promise after promise.
Now comes payback time.
The electorate should cancel all donations to the party forthwith.
Then they should withhold their votes in the next election.
Without funds and votes these arrogant gobshites might realise who puts them in power and who they answer too.
If you don’t tame them they will give you more of the same.
Second Referendum Result...
Remainers say the result of the first Referendum was not decisive – i.e. a majority of 1.26 million or 3.78%.
So for a second Referendum to be acceptable to them it would have to produce a much bigger majority than the first – say 4 or 5 million… or 5 or 6 per cent in favour of Remain.
It’s a weird thing to want but hey ho.
England is running out of water supplies. Year after year 250,000 new people pour in from outside. That’s a million bladders every four years. Way back when, Aristotle would have applied a bit of logic and come to a conclusion. Take a few days off work and try and to fathom it out for yourself. When the penny drops – have a drink!
I realised it was all a farce after a number of people told me that they voted Remain to protect their continental holidays.
Who Can Argue...?Jon McDonnell is reported to have said that, “Parliamentary Democracy doesn’t work for us.” He’s been proved right.
What’s the Betting...?
If we don’t blink first the EU will make us an offer.
The EU Says That...
the UK could cancel Brexit.
Well Parliament might but the people won’t.
Switch the 39 Billion...
…to the African Cyclone Appeal. The Brits will see their money going to a good cause and the EU will want to be associated with an act of kindness. The Africans will benefit and the world will be a better place. Then Alice...
Back in your box...
May says Bercow has made a laughing stock of Parliament. Aye, and you’ve made a laughing stock of the country. So back in your box Maybot!
The EU is notoriously undemocratic. That’s why many of us voted to leave. As if to prove the point, Remainers, the people who wish to stay in the EU, are themselves equally undemocratic. They are trying tooth and nail to overturn the result of a democratically held referendum. But hey, birds of a feather and all that jazz.
Interestingly, the most powerful voices in the referendum-wrecking campaign are our MPs, who were themselves elected democratically.
This all raises the question: Are we witnessing the death throes of democracy? If so, fair enough. Everything has a beginning and end, be it a worm or the Universe. But when we have the guts to finally admit that Western Democracy is dead what will we replace it with? Communism? Nazism? Anarchy? Even something new? Whatever it is, let’s pray that this dysfunctional Mother of Parliaments doesn’t spawn it.
The Maybot regurgitates…
another porky-pie. If her deal fails we might never leave the EU.
Who voted for these treacherous…
…dogs who want to withdraw the No Deal option? They want to dump the only bargaining chip that Maggie May hasn’t already given away. Bad cess to the lot of them – and you!
Does Theresa May Take...
medication to stop her nose growing?
Are There so Few Problems in the World...
...that idiots have to keep inventing more? The latest argument is about people competing in sport. It goes something like – can a man who thinks he’s a woman run faster than a woman who thinks she’s a man. The whole problem could be solved by having three classes in every event, Bio Male, Bio Female and Others. That should sort the men from the boys... or is that another problem?
Snowflakes? This is a blizzard…
How come 66 million people can’t get rid of one bloody minded woman overnight?
So Who’s Going to Do It?The Brits won’t. The Irish daren’t. And the EU doesn’t have a standing army that can impose a hard border on the island of Ireland.
Tusky, you little devil, you’re already seeing the special place in hell. It’s the undemocratic unelected-commission ridden, recession-plagued EU.
Q: What did...
Q: What did the moon say to the dog?A: You can’t be Sirius.
Is someone who says they are a million per cent certain about something a reliable witness?
Tony Blair was the cause of Brexit. Now he has the audacity to fight against it. His government had an ulterior motive when they threw our borders open to mass immigration. They boasted that they would “Rub the Rights nose in diversity.”
It was that sudden uncontrolled surge of immigrants that altered the lives of ordinary working class people beyond recognition. The people were not consulted and they certainly didn’t vote for it. By voting for Brexit they hoped to bring the problem under control.
It was Blair’s socialist government that rubbed the nose of the workers in sudden overwhelming change. Now he and his cronies would deny them the right to tackle the problem. Some democracy. Some socialism.
Bring in the Brexit Party.
Have an election.
Clear out the clowns.
And the Dominos Tumbled...
Dominic Grieve and his cronies tabled an amendment to force the PM to bring on Plan B in 3 days if Plan A was kicked out. They thought the task was impossible. It was. So she gave them Plan A again. “Plan A is Plan B,” she said, “touché.”
In WETHERSPOONNEWS Tim urges us to buy British. I’m with him all the way on that. Further on in the mag he advertises his pizzas and boasts that he uses Italian tomatoes, from Italy. Fine, that’s the best way to make a Pizza. But if his heart was really in it, wouldn’t he stick to British pub grub and replace the pizzas with more Brtish pies tarts and pasties? There are some belters about, beef, chicken, steak and ale, cheese and onion, game, chicken-mushroom-and-chedder. Not to mention vegetarian or Cornish Pasty and my own particular favourite – steak and kidney in a suet pastry. Is Tim Wetherspoon really a Gastronomic Remainer?
***No Flies on That Guy
In the Bible, Job was made to suffer many trials and tribulations. But he wasn’t pooh-poohed.
So Where’s the Problem?
The Port of Calais is desperate to retain our business. It assures us that if we crash out of the EU there will be no more delays than there are now. Dover too, says it is ready for a no deal Brexit. All the European ports from Roscoff to Rotterdam are vying for our trade. Europe needs us and our money. That’s good. We need them for trade. But we also need to be free to negotiate deals with the worldwide family of trading nations and emerging markets. Once free we can adjust our taxes to attract investors from every quarter. Don’t listen to the doom-mongers. They tried it on before the Referendum. They failed then. They must fail now.
Cometh the hour cometh the... hello?! Hello?!
Where’s the bloody cavalry?
Nuclear Submarine Attack...
The English are dredging mud from around the nuclear power station at Hinckley Point in Somerset and dumping it in Cardiff Bay. Cardiff is the capital of Wales. The mud, to a greater or lesser degree, is nuclear reactive. There are miles of English coastline just as handy to Hinckley, why not park your toxic material there?
Old Juncker... (To the tune Widecombe Fair)
Old Juncker, Old Juncker, lend me your deaf ear,
we’re a big market with fish in our sea,
can trade with the wide world without you my dear
wi’ no Blairites or Bercows, Nicky Morgans,
Vince Cables, Heseltineys, Anna Soubrys,
disdainful Ken Clarks - sod ‘em all,
disdainful Ken Clarks - sod ‘em all.