Stinking rotten bastards. Fuck knows what happens to hospitals and medicine and food and everything else. Foodbanks for all (but they will have empty shelves).
Maybe my mum should try risk flying to ireland late March if she needs chemo. Let alone my dad if he will need insulin for his diabetes.
A curse on every leave voter, every Proud Unionist Tory or Slab areshole in Scotchland, every fucking Dupper bigot voting with their surname, every blasé golf club bore, every petit bourgeoise Oop North cunt. Blood on your hands.
Being in the UK at this time simply makes me feel European and like I just want these cunts to fuck off. It's tragic for a lot of people who I care about but this fucking country just needs to realise how fucking insignificant it is. Bunch of cunts.
No, I don't think so. May knows the EU are going to reject the backstop changes. So she's hoping she'll either get enough of a fudge to fool the ERG or (more likely) that enough Labour MPs will choose her deal over no deal.
I think we're now stuck between No Deal and a Unicorn Impossible Deal, in theory. Which I suspect is May's intention. Because it might force people to demand that she revert back the current withdrawal agreement when faced with those two alternatives.
Looking at some of those 14 who voted against Cooper. There are some outright fools, but a couple I don't know about. Stephen Hepburn in Jarrow has a mere 45% majority. What on earth is he thinking of? Even more ridiculous is Jim Fitzpatrick in Remain-supporting Poplar and Limehouse, where I'd venture the number of Bengali Brexiters has dwindled since they were told to fuck with their post- Brexit visa requests.
I have met Jim Fitzpatrick fairly regularly over the past few years on work related stuff. He is an utter tosser. Untrustworthy fuck and horrible to try and work with.
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