YOUNG MOTHERS WILL BE DISCOURAGED BY ALL THIS, NOT THAT I'D KNOW ABOUT THAT.
Ian Wannabee, speaking on the BBCWorld At One said that it was a tragedy, fighting back crocodile tears, Mrs Dale said it was a tragedy, and the feeling's gone and I can't go on, it's a tragedy. People of quality and mothers would stop standing for parliament after all this shit. Only not him, he was still standing, feeling like he never did, feeling like a true survivor, feeling like a little kid and would be happy to be selected for a Tory seat. Or a Labour one. Or the Monster Raving Lonnies. Anybody. I just wanna get my teeth around the foreskin of democracy and give it a right good chewing,
Mrs Dale's Diary is available at all bad bookshops and just next door to Mr Guido's Pizza place. Careful you don't step in the blood.
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Love it. I'm not bothered whether MPs are male, female, mothers, fathers, uncles, wet nurses, whatever. I don't want the woman next door with 9 kids who knows all about the depredation of Council services to think she has what it takes to be an MP and represent me in Parliament - cardigan or not. Cameron should have sorted Kirkbride out sooner.
"Careful you don't step in the blood"
I wonder if over-dramatizing death in the end undervalues life. For when we are, death is not, and when death is, we are not; death is nothing to us. Perhaps much worse is the undeath that is life of the kind GV describes.
Dear Mr Garden,
So, when we're dead, we're dead, and don't know about it.
Brilliant!
Any more statements of the blindingly bleedin obvious you want to dazzle us with?
Well, Dizzy, your comment suggests some very obvious things about you: when you listen you do not hear, when you watch you do not see, and when you think you do not understand.
Dear Mr Ish, you seem to be removing yourself rather a lot these days. Hope this is more in the spirit of dispassionate mindfulness than full-on tartan schismatism...or maybe it's just those pesky blogsplat glemrins.
Maybe so, Mr Garden, maybe so.
But I do recognise the father of hedonism when he's quoted, or were you claiming that as your own brilliance?
Dear Mr Ishmael - regarding Daisy's post in previous thread as to where career been had - could it be that you were a Bee Gee or not bald 1 in Right said Fred?
What? I quite liked what Dyer said: For when we are, death is not, and when death is, we are not; death is nothing to us. Makes sense to me. (Hope it isn't a quote from Regardie). What is has to do with Mr Ishmael's thread though, is beyond me.
Mr/Miss/Mrs./Ms. Vienna.
Quite so.
My public servant of the year was the councillor in Bristol, black lass, called an Indian colleague a "coconunt" (brown outside,...). When it was suggested to her that that could be construed as a racist remark, she noted that she couldn't be a racist, "because I am black".
Oh that it should come to this. The destruction of a country within 12 short years.
The prompt, GV, was the final sentence.
order-order, the motion before the house is that the wannabee right honourable member for cardigans is a cunt, eh ? The member for Ishmael will be happy to table a motion about metaphysics, or the cognisance or otherwise of rigor mortis among the mortified, at a future date. For now the question is, is Mr Cardigan a cunt. All those in favour......
Can one be a cunt without ever having seen one? You see, we are never far from metaphysics.
The eyes have, then, the ayes have it
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