The intelligentsia's very own Katie Hopkins has spoken; Ireland must leave the EU. In her recent commentary, (aka mad outburst), Melanie Phillips states that it is in Ireland's best interests to do so. On her blog/website, me me me dot com, the great oracle redirects the reader to Ray Basset's pamphlet outlining the case for another political amputation. Ray Bassett, former Irish ambassador to Canada and an avid Irish Tory, views Ireland solely through the lens of historical dependence on Britain.
It’s a confidence trick, a conceited tick running like ice cream down the chin of the narcissistic elite. Cut costs to gild the frame, the frame they have placed around the lives of the few, and a yoke around the necks of the bovine masses whose lives are reduced to that of drones. Now the muted buzz has gone from a mild rumble to a ceaseless roar. People are not meant to live like this.
Trooping the colours at a time like this? Really?
Grenfell. The big question on everyone’s mind is how did this happen? Yes, how? That’s a question for another day. The possible answer is awful, and I won’t even go there. The fact is that people lost their lives in terrible circumstances, and guess what, this might have been prevented.
Hooray, or Hoorah, we’ve all won … and we’ve all lost. What an extraordinary election result! I spent an evening as an outsider in a Stroud pub where the new Labour MP and his supporters were ‘over the moon’ celebrating his return and the election result. I am happy for Stroud, and Kensington, and Brighton, and where I live. Okay but … has anything really changed?
And as our supremo supercomputer Maybelline attempts to obey her contradictory commands, the integrity of the entire system is at risk.
It was a case of whether Theresa May could weather the storm, or whether she couldn’t. The outcome always being in the hands of the British electorate, who, like the Pink Floyd song, cling on in quiet desperation trembling in fear of change, any change. The austerity we as a population have had to endure ensures the weak exist whilst the rich live. The same conceit was perpetrated on us by Mrs Thatcher when she told us people that we had to tighten our belts. We in the UK have had a lifetime of tightening our belts to such a degree the belt now resembles a tourniquet. Austerity is nothing less than a political poker hand, a sham, a fraud, one that deals the good hand to those whose jewelled fingers remain firmly around our collective jugular or, as Orwell said, a boot constantly treading on the heads of the workers.