Boris’s Dad sent a note to the teacher excusing him from a visit to Headmaster Neals study, but, the Visiting Professor of #MAGA is here today. President Trump has come to examine the Bojo course work given that the Homework has gone missing as evidenced by the note from his Dad.
Will President Trump help the classics student to re-discover his Brexit, can President Trump encourage the errant schoolboy to conjugate his Brexit verbs and make Brexit Great again?
The responsibility is on all of us as individuals to inform ourselves and to participate in democracy. It is a representative elitist system both in the EU and the UK but all power comes from the consent of the people, by being active and proactive we can increase the power of our polity by taking the trouble to make sure that we only ever give our informed Consent.
ONnthe polarised debate, a plague on both your houses, Rhetoric and sophistry is Karaoke politics and I have had enough of that.
“Bring then above all ignorance, to which add confidence, audacity, and effrontery; as for diffidence, equity, moderation, and shame, you will please leave them at home; they are not merely needless, they are encumbrances. The loudest voice you can come by, please, a ready falsetto, and a gait modeled on my own. That exhausts the real necessaries; very often there would be no occasion for anything further. But I recommend bright colors or white for your clothes; the Tarentine stuff that lets the body show through is best; for shoes, wear either the Attic woman’s shape with the open network, or else the Sicyonians that show white lining. Always have a train of attendants, and a book in your hand.”
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These glories may incur the censure of the slow and unambitious; but in the breast of energy they will awake emulation, and in those who must remain without them an envious regret. Hatred and unpopularity at the moment have fallen to the lot of all who have aspired to rule others.
Where have all the Bastards Gone, Where has Brexit gone, Boris Johnson is trying to get something done, he says it all the time, Lets Get Brexit done, but what is he trying to get done? it certainly is not Brexit.
The News, Vox Pops, Media trickle seems to be disinterested in where all the Bastards have gone, Of course, Chief Bastard Sedwill, is always in the shadows behind the curtain,
Dominic Cummings sent his “Bat-signal”, perhaps a sign that bastards still lurk beneath the Rocks of De Spaffo, de Piffel’s Election campaign, but it seems that Kompromat, Graft good old fashioned Bribery and Corruption has silenced them for the most part, not even the slightest Echo in the ears of Boris’s Narcissus., and Mr Boris Saab, can say with his water mellon , picaninee smile “all 650 Candidates are backing my Brexit deal, my excellent deal, everyone said I couldn’t do it but I did”.
Said three times to encourage the crew, Thrice he said it must be true?
Not wanting to be snarky, but really? Really Bojo?
The bliss of being ignorant; knowing for not and
drawing a blank when life hands you an empty plate
and asks you to take up the collection from the congregation.
All of who are still in hiding from their own shadow.
Sliding down into their respected pews with both callused knees
firmly implanted on the reality of the cold hard floor of truth;
while every page in the book they recite is marked with the blood
of John the Baptist. Even he had not seen the face of the Lord but only
felt his presence and preached the message of the sacred stones
that the Almighty was said to have given to Moses on the mountain.
The flock believing the burning bush was God; and it was to them
the children of God, these words were given. You and I are the sacrifice
to the lambs; the fools who pass the plate and to whom not so much as a cracker is given as we obey the money changers and do their bidding…
Utinam tam facile esset inane pectus mollire terendo esurietis.
As sit luxuriae masturbationem
Boris’s Dad sent a note to the teacher excusing him from a visit to Headmaster Neals study, but, the Visiting Professor of #MAGA is here today. President Trump has come to examine the Bojo course work given that the Homework has gone missing as evidenced by the note from his Dad.
Will President Trump help the classics student to re-discover his Brexit, can President Trump encourage the errant schoolboy to conjugate his Brexit verbs and make Brexit Great again?
Mr Trump has his own Bastards to deal with, of course, it is true that “One man’s Fish is another man’s Poisson. ”
Bend it, bend it, just a little bit
And take it easy, show you’re likin’ it
And lover, you know that we’re gonna hit
The heights cause I’m sure that we’re made to fit
Together just like pieces of a
Jigsaw puzzle, what’s the hustle
Bend it, bend it, just a little more
Without you, baby, I’m so insecure
But you can make me feel that I am sure
I’ve got a sickness only you can cure
So just relax, there’s stacks of time, but honey
Please don’t tease me – try to please me
Oh-yeah, that’s good, oh-yes, ah-yes
Bend it, bend it, just a little bit
And take it easy, show you’re likin’ it
And lover, you know that we’re gonna hit
The heights cause I’m sure that we’re made to fit
Together just like pieces of a
Jigsaw puzzle, what’s the hustle
Bend it, bend it, just a little bit
And take it easy, show you’re likin’ it
And ahhh… Show me now, yeah that’s right
Ah, oh yeah, yeah that’s right
C’mon now, right right right
Peter Paul and Mary 500 Miles Five Hundred Miles, not to be confused with the song of the same title by The Proclaimers.
If you miss the train I’m on, you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles, A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles, You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.Lord I’m one, Lord I’m two, Lord I’m three, Lord I’m four, Lord I’m 500 miles from my home. Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home Lord I’m five hundred miles from my home.Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name Lord I can’t go back-home this a-way This a-away, this a-way, this a-way, this a-way, Lord I can’t go back-home this a-way.If you miss the train I’m on you will know that I am gone You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
[Verse 2]
When I’m workin’, yes, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s workin’ hard for you
And when the money comes in for the work I do
I’ll pass almost every penny on to you
When I come home (when I come home), oh, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who comes back home to you
And if I grow old, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s growin’ old with you
[Verse 3]
When I’m lonely, well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who’s lonely without you And when I’m dreamin’, well, I know I’m gonna dream
I’m gonna dream about the time when I’m with you
When I go out (when I go out), well, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who goes along with you
And when I come home (when I come home), yes, I know I’m gonna be
I’m gonna be the man who comes back home with you
I’m gonna be the man who’s comin’ home with you
Where have all the young girls gone, long time passing?
Where have all the young girls gone, long time ago?
Where have all the young girls gone?
Gone for husbands everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time passing?
Where have all the husbands gone, long time ago?
Where have all the husbands gone? Gone for soldiers everyone
Oh, when will they ever learn?
Oh, when will they ever learn?
24 Another parable put he forth unto them, saying, The kingdom of heaven is likened unto a man which sowed good seed in his field:
25 But while men slept, his enemy came and sowed tares among the wheat, and went his way.
26 But when the blade was sprung up, and brought forth fruit, then appeared the tares also.
27 So the servants of the householder came and said unto him, Sir, didst not thou sow good seed in thy field? from whence then hath it tares?
28 He said unto them, An enemy hath done this. The servants said unto him, Wilt thou then that we go and gather them up?
29 But he said, Nay; lest while ye gather up the tares, ye root up also the wheat with them.
30 Let both grow together until the harvest: and in the time of harvest I will say to the reapers, Gather ye together first the tares, and bind them in bundles to burn them: but gather the wheat into my barn.
Don’t Get Brinoed.
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