Donald Tusk wonders if there's a special place in Hell for those who pushed for Brexit without a shred of a plan. There probably is, but those who went there would be calling for Hellxit or orchestrating a motion of no confidence in Satan and wanting a deal with God that gets them into Heaven. Oh, and they'd be stashing their netherworldly possessions somewhere in Heaven.
All joking aside, Tusk is spot-on and his frustration is entirely justified. Brexiteers can foam at the mouth as much as they want; those who sponsored Brexit had no plan whatsoever, except to hope the UK could ludicrously expect a deal which put the EU itself in jeopardy. Reality doesn't work like that. This whole debacle has been about saving a crumbling Tory Party and nothing else - it's about time truth spoke to power, disaster capitalist power.
As one pundit put it: "Britain is one of the richest and most advanced democracies in the world. It is currently locked in a room, babbling away to itself hysterically while threatening to blow its own kneecaps off. This is what nationalist populism does to a country.”
All joking aside, Tusk is spot-on and his frustration is entirely justified. Brexiteers can foam at the mouth as much as they want; those who sponsored Brexit had no plan whatsoever, except to hope the UK could ludicrously expect a deal which put the EU itself in jeopardy. Reality doesn't work like that. This whole debacle has been about saving a crumbling Tory Party and nothing else - it's about time truth spoke to power, disaster capitalist power.
As one pundit put it: "Britain is one of the richest and most advanced democracies in the world. It is currently locked in a room, babbling away to itself hysterically while threatening to blow its own kneecaps off. This is what nationalist populism does to a country.”
Saw a party political broadcast by the Tory party and their success at managing the NHS. Aren't they the buggers wanting to sell it all off to their mates and presiding over the current NHS crisis? Talk about denialism! I practically had to hold Hay down to stop her exploding at the blatant propaganda coming from the TV screen. They must be softening us up for an election - can't see anyone who values the NHS, or indeed the UK, voting for them.
Talking of the NHS, I seem to remember that at one time you'd go to the dentist and have a checkup. If anything, like a filling, needed doing, then it was done immediately. These days you have to make a separate appointment for the necessary work. I suppose it cuts down on people having to wait for 6 hours after the allotted time to see actually see their dentist because a queue builds up.
Went to the doctor's yesterday for a COPD checkup. In my surgery there's a big display board where your name comes up when it's your turn - no announcement, just the display. The problem is' that you're provided with magazines, and if you have you're engrossed in the latest copy of Hello, relishing the images of the interior of some celeb's house that demonstrates their love of bling and complete lack of taste, you don't see the display telling you it's your turn.
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I believe that you and I are singing off the same music hall song sheet !
I have no doubt about that, Mel.
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