He needs his audience to be either servile dullards or complete lickarses. He is not a serious man and so is utterly out of his depth in these serious matters.
I’m getting the feeling that it’s not quite the lark he was expecting.
Imagine getting a beating off a useless cunt like Corbyn at the dispatch box
Jeremy Vine told a good yarn about him recently. He is basically an actor, a ham. Performing to prepared scripts
He always reaching for the inside breast pocket of the suit when he’s under pressure. A nervous reaction. He’s a charlatan
I read that yarn and think I posted the link on TFK.
Being unkempt, messy, pretending not to have been briefed, pretending not knowing what event he’d arrived to speak at and then “cobbling” some off the cuff thoughts and quips together with a couple of minutes’ notice.
Same routine everywhere he goes, with all the same lines. All the Oirish gimps who were on LinkedIn creaming themselves about his delivery at Frankie Sheahan’s bash were duped entirely. It’s all to script.
JRM reminds me of Sir Humphrey in Yes Prime Minister. Long convoluted sentences amounting to fuck all and Boris playing the Jim Hacker role magnificently. Pure theatre.
Lovely bit of venom there.
BoJo calling Corbyn a big girls blouse. You’d see better on a Junior C pitch.
This all pathetic and you gimps all glued to it like apes are equally pathetic …
A lot of Irish are still infatuated with Britain, expressing their inner west Brit.
Every few minutes firing up a video of some creep shouting ‘Aww-dur, aww-dur’ … fuck away out of it you gowls.
Relax bud
Sleep deprivation can do that to a man.
That’s nice
I’ll relax my fist all over your face
You are more our of your depth here than boris is over there. Back to some needy Limerick thread with you
“Earth teach me freedom as the eagle that soars in the sky”
I called this mess for what it was a long, long time ago — nothing has changed since. It’s all just tabloid fodder now.