Mogherini not only fellates his royal Borisness; “World King” wannabee, she swallows the full cabotaged Load.
Dare to Know,
He who Dares, Wins
From Vulgar Latin *sapēre, from Latin sapere, present active infinitive of sapiō (“I taste; I am wise”), from Proto-Italic *sapiō, from Proto-Indo-European *sh₁p-i- (“to notice”), from *seh₁p- (“to try, to research”).
Johnson Word Salads.
“You are failing us but young people are starting to understand your betrayal.” Counterfeit. Fugazy. Inauthentic. Unauthentic. Not real. Staged. A poseur. Some climate parvenu. A weather snake oil dilettante. An exceedingly scary and shockingly vacuous young lady, put up and propped up by climate hucksters pushing and pulling for the ultimate brass ring, the big enchilada — carbon taxing. That’s what everything’s about. It’s about cap and trade, track and tax, carbon exchanges and carbon taxing. The illusive and mythical and magical and phantasmagoric carbon footprint. It’s a part of our world now. Antifa thugs, global protesters leaving parade routes with garbage strewn. Incomprehensible logolalic platitudes. Alas.
One Might be forgiven for thinking the Half American Toff Johnson has spent some time at the wise guy wise-cracking Knee of the Jive Talking bants king Lionel of Lionel Nation.
The Loquacious, mendacious, and ever erudite linguistic onanist of pseudo aristocratic blarney.
I have answered your question there is a glaring lacuna
still, in this debate, we still don’t know I am sorry to say this we still don’t know
There is a vast Inanition an enigma a conundrum Is Jeremy Corbyn going to campaign for the deal he proposes to do or is he going to invite his labour colleagues to destroy the contraption that he has created
Preceding this little flourish by our motor-mouthed Old Etonian Spiv was perhaps what will turn out to be the Biggest Lie of this 2019 election. Etheridge asked if Johnson had perhaps dug himself a Ditch where the Prematurely minted coinage of the sort made by back street counterfeiters, could bury their ill-gotten treasure, spoils, gains , booty, pillage, …. you get the idea? ed.
I’m noting, I’m noting, here of course
that we haven’t heard whether you would
campaign for remain or TO leave In that
situation but it is important that we
put the point that you have just made
directly to mr. Johnson about this
timetable let’s have a look at the
timetable you reckon you can get your
divorce deal done and a trade deal done
by December 2020 do you stick on a
pledge on that deadline of December 2020
or have you dug yourself in A DITCH.
If De Spaffel had stopped here and directed his answer to the
Last part of Etchingham’s question it might have been a rather more honest serving of word salad.
But no Golden Balls revved up and smirking with relish at his cabotaged payload of New world order bollocks chose to dig in building a system of trenches much as the Donkeys did at the Somme Verdan or other of the killing fields of Flanders, for make no mistake Johnson is a death cult cool-aid junkie and his use of the word “inanition” at the end of his Polemic was telling.
A state of exhaustion or a bodily disorder arising from lack of any of the nutritional elements such as calories, protein, vitamins, minerals or water.
Pardon me. Men of business do indeed know how they themselves
made their money, or how, on occasion, they lost it. Playing a
long-practised game, they are familiar with the chances of its
cards, and can rightly explain their losses and gains. But they
neither know who keeps the bank of the gambling-house, nor what
other games may be played with the same cards, nor what other
losses and gains, far away among the dark streets, are
essentially, though invisibly, dependent on theirs in the lighted
rooms. They have learned a few, and only a few, of the laws of
mercantile economy; but not one of those of political economy.