The loyalist working class worried about the cost of school books
The loyalist working class worried about the cost of school books
Probably cuts into the budget for flegs
Sarah Vine gave some Goebbels*-esque performance on Marr this morning
Don’t think it was even mentioned that she’s married to Michael Gove
It’s horrifying yet fascinating to observe the Brexit media propaganda machine in full flow
*(cc: of @Juhniallio)
Loyalists stuck in ghetto estates after 400 years of protestant ascendancy. Don’t think school books will be of much use to them.
Hopefully it is “salami-sliced to death”, if you want to use that dramatic phraseology
Amazing how Brexiteers never put the blame for “misery and mutual loathing” on themselves, where it firmly belongs
https://twitter.com/ShippersUnbound/status/1185853727246372864
The loyalist working class worried about the cost of school books
In fairness, the type of books that the loyalist mob glean their information about the world from would have a print run confined to themselves and a few isolated bands of rednecks in mississippi
The two fine prize cows following the Bull.
The loyalist working class worried about the cost of school books
Probably cuts into the budget for flegs
Which is exactly why they couldn’t and wouldn’t make any rational decision on unification. It wouldn’t matter if unification would bring them prosperity. All they want is their flute bands, their flegs and the right to march through taig areas.
Maybe a hundred years of investment in education might change things.
vile
They’re not great.
It seems there is enough parliamentary support for a Customs Union amendment to be added into Johnson’s deal
If that happens, the deal is dead, at least until after an election
I see Bercow has blocked a vote today
Good on the oul bollix. He’d restore your faith in the aristocracy*
*he wouldn’t.
Another day closer to a No Deal exit.
Really serious stuff, obviously, but the most amusing bit is that Eoghan Harris, once again, has been utterly wrong, in his bombast, about what would happen.
Tune in Sunday to witness extraordinary gymnastics about how – somehow – being a Stickie means never having to say sorry.
Eoghan Harris (20/10/2019): "But I was badly wrong about the only prediction that really matters to me: that Boris Johnson would not betray the unionists.
Gwen, my wife, begged me not to make that prediction. Deep down I knew she was probably right. So why did I still go ahead?
I’ve been pondering that for the past two days, trying to pin down my own elusive emotions, and have reached two conclusions.
Basically, my desperate desire not to have Northern unionists isolated overcame my distrust of every modern British prime minister, beginning with Harold Wilson, who wanted to pull British troops out even if it ended in civil war in Northern Ireland.
Mostly my stance was dictated by disgust at the tribal antics of the Green Hibernian gang who echoed ancient tribal tropes by repeatedly telling us the unionists were money-grabbers who would ultimately sell out for gold."
Heroically wrong, so. But with a dangling participle in the column’s first sentence: “Last Wednesday, while sitting outside Ramen in Dun Laoghaire, Patsy McGarry of The Irish Times stopped by and we spoke of St John Newman’s motto: Cor ad cor loquitor.”
I LOL’ed at that
Who’s the other lad?
Boris Johnson