Lots of writers in Newspapers don’t seem to know what Country they live in

[johnny9fingers]

Lots of writers in Newspapers don’t seem to know what Country they live in. “Who runs Britain?” Some of them scream.

That question was settled in the 17th century; parliament.

If some of these so-called Conservatives want to tear up that they should come out from their closets, don their armbands, and polish their jackboots. That way we will know them when we see them.

By the way, did anyone else, upon hearing Trump’s speech to the UN, detect echoes of the rhetoric of Mein Kampf?

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[mallorys_camera]

You actually listened to Trump's speech to the UN? 😀

[johnny9fingers]

It was on; I was watching the days politics while practising scales... aghast. It is eerily reminiscent of a less shouty version of a classic demagogue of a certain kind.

[mallorys_camera]

You're a better man than I am, Gunga Din! 😀

[edelsont]

Okay, let's talk about echoes.

Am I the only person who, on reading the words, "This is a dead Parliament", wanted to shout back, "No! It's just pining for the fjords!"?

[johnny9fingers]

I understand, but like Mark Twain, Parliament's death has so far been exaggerated; this is more like a reassertion of the primacy of Parliament over the executive. The executive is claiming it is working on behalf of the people, thereby pitting both against Parliament. In reality, 37% of the voting population voted for Brexit, and it was based upon the promise Brexit would be easy etc.

I actually think the only thing that will save the UK is a hard Brexit followed by the total economic disaster such would bring. It is the only thing that will bring the Brexiteers to their senses. And maybe then they will admit what a fuck-up they have made of things. But they won't until it confronts them directly and they can no longer avoid the responsibility of their actions.

Boris claimed that the only way to honour Jo Cox, a retainer MP murdered by a right-wing, fascist Brexiter, was to deliver Brexit.

That's a "pistols for two, coffee for one" sort of remark and I'm surprised he hasn't a queue of folk wishing to send him their seconds and their appointment cards.

I'm rather of the opinion that Boris could be toast by Halloween; but if not, then the real fun starts.