IT SEEMS THAT…

 

…WE’VE NEVER HAD POLITICIANS WHO COULD EVEN…

…STAND UP STRAIGHT

So you wonder how the hell they can be expected to manage Brexit…

Silly point.

They can’t.

(Pic Acknowledgement Craig Dempsey )

Some carry it off better!!!

DON’T LET THE DOOR HIT YOU ON THE BACKSIDE ON THE WAY OUT

When is Amber Rudd going to go?

Every time she appears before the Commons to answer questions on the fiasco that is the immigration/deportation policy, she has changed mind about the story and her part in it.

And each time it has changed because she has been caught out misleading, misspeaking,  dissembling or whatever is the current euphemism for lying her backside off on the previous occasion.

Tory Fibs (on Twitter) summed it up thus:

• There were no targets

• Oops, there were targets but I wasn’t aware

• Oops, my civil service didn’t inform me

• Oops, there was a memo but I didn’t read it

• Oops, I wrote a letter mentioning the target

• Oops, it wasn’t a target. It was an ambition

This is incredible. This is the Home Secretary, one of the most senior cabinet ministers, talking to the House of Commons.

Today we’ve all seen a leaked copy of a memo which she sent to May showing how she was taking the enforced deportations forward by increasing the target (y’know, the ones she didn’t know about because there were any, but there were and she did).

The article is worth a read, and I won’t rehearse all it says here. But it shows her up for what she is.

She is clearly either incredibly stupid and forgetful, or she is a compulsive liar.

Either of these things makes her unsuitable to be Home Secretary.

So she must just GO NOW.

SOPPY SUNDAY

 

Morning Soppy Sundayers. I’m in charge of the tour today. Walk this way…

And this is the enchanted forest.

Please tell the Brits to stop killing my friends and family.

Blue is a lovely colour for flowers.

Bryce Canyon, Utah, in the snow.

Buchanan Castle, Scotland.

Scotland from Space.

Look, everyone, I’m getting my first teeth.

Corvin Castle, Romania.

Honokohau Falls, Hawaii.

Jamie.

So, a walk is definitely out of the question then?

Rovaniemi Island, Finland.

Five mates out for a drink.

Mum… don’t forget I’m in your mouth, will you?

Come on, the water isn’t cold.

I’m one good looking hippo, aren’t I?

Magnolia blossom.

The needles, England.

Oh, you catch me having my elevenses. Hope you had a good tour. See you next week.

 

ALL OUR YESTERDAYS

 

So, what’s this handsome piece of machinery?

Anyone remember these?

Photo from Gerry’s Twitter…

Which was your favourite colour?

Imagine… Not only white, but BRIGHT white. Who could ask for more?

 

Who are the 60’s singers and where are they?

 

 

Oh really!

What DID you expect?

Oh yeah, that was it…

Certainly are different, there’s no disputing that…

 

When they go to live abroad, Brits like to fit in.

 

 

They get emotional about SOME babies, but not all.

 

 

The LOVE sport.

 

 

And getting their kit off for a bit of stone-throwing at foreigners…

 

 

Although, fortunately, not all of them.

 

 

Like I say, they don’t like ALL children. Just ones with titles.

 

 

But, you have to give them credit. They have sticking power.

 

 

Even if they are incompetent.

 

 

And hopefully, it’s about to blow up in their nasty evil faces…

 

Just go, you unpleasant woman.

 

 

RANDOM THOUGHTS

And in many cases, offering military expertise, which I suppose is why there won’t be retaliation against Saudi Arabia for bombing the wedding party. Ooops, My Bad!

Yep, I got it now… I think????

I think that was only if the president was black. If he’s orange it’s an entirely different thing.

Well, yeah, but that was different. I got better shoes now because presidents get the best shoes in the world. FACT.

As they bloody well MUST be…

Ah, yes. Well maybe if they can prove the unprovable… a bit like the victims of Grenfell Tower who were promised new homes within 6 weeks, and are still waiting.

Sounds like that lovely Christain woman whose worst deed ever was to run through a cornfield. Coz clearly taking someone’s citizenship from them, having them lose their job, home and actually deporting them, or denying them cancer treatment, is far less offensive than running through a bloody cornfield, you odious woman.

Winston Smith hard at work in Whitehall.

Alive and well, it seems.

Could? Well, yes, I suppose it could. Martians could land too and then what would happen to the NHS? But look on the bright side, Michael. You won, at least in England and Wales and you’ve forced us into it too. And one of the results of this is that no one from Europe wants to come and work in your NHS. So it will become unsustainable anyway because there won’t be many nurses or doctors by 2030. It would be fair to say that the scenario you outlined could have been avoided in numerous ways. You could have vetoed Turkey’s membership (although you wouldn’t ahve to because Greece would have done it for you). Or you could have simply enacted the provisions that exist and which other EU countries have done viz a viz only allowing people to live here when they have jobs (and are paying taxes). Still, nothing like a bit of racial hatred to get the terminally thick on your side. Filthy foreigners coming over here to die on our trollies.

 

So, not only do our pensioners live in poverty… our kids are among the hungriest in Europe. Proud?

 

 

 

WE COULD DO BETTER

Scotland, I suspect, would not feel obliged to punch above its weight so it might have money to pay a pension that approaches that of some of our neighbours.

We might also be able to ensure that people had enough money to buy food and stay warm 52 weeks of the year.

And maybe our health service would be something to be even more proud of it we spent the same percentage of our GDP as say, Japan, Germany or France.

Just a thought…

EARTH DAY

MAN: a thought provoking animation about the human impact on the world and the often negative effect we are having on our beautiful planet.#EarthDaypic.twitter.com/nWZmu5b4aP

— James Melville (@JamesMelville) April 22, 2018

SOPPY SUNDAY

 

MOrning. The kids are in bed, so I’ll take your tickets and start the tout…

I’m first.

Croatia, one of my favourite countries.

Life everywhere.

Come on in, the water’s fine.

We’re from Birmingham. Don’t laugh. Someone has to be.

Anyone know what these are called?

Kings Landing, Nouveau Brunswick.

I’m not sure which is holding which up…

French Alpes.

Swimming Mexico style.

Did I smell breakfast cooking?

Find a cute slug you said… well, I’m here.

I’m a Tapir, in case you were wondering.

Vischering Castle, Germany.

Maybe this is Trumpy’s new wall?

Our old mate Yosemite.

I’m a Tiger Slug. I borrowed Bet Lynch’s coat.

Northumberland. Isn’t it green?

I’m up now, Uncle Munguin. I’ll take over the Soppy Sunday Tour.

 

ALL OUR YESTERDAYS

OR PERHAPS, IN THIS CASE, TOUT NOTRE PASSÉ

(Hint Hint)