Arlene Foster asks BoJo to 'renew' the £1bn-plus confidence and supply agreement over the coming weeks.
How much more will it cost I wonder.
Even with the dup he is ****** before he makes his first gaffe
Arlene Foster asks BoJo to 'renew' the £1bn-plus confidence and supply agreement over the coming weeks.
How much more will it cost I wonder.
Even after you have the explanation in front of you you don't understand it?I did and here’s what it said.
Rhetorical questions are those questions that do not expect an answer. These are used simply as a way of drawing attention to something.
You clearly wrote the question in such a way that it expected a response. You can’t just ask a question then say it’s rhetorical. I know English is a second language to you but please try and not be so stupid it becomes offensive.
Thank you in advance.
From the sophistication of this comment I take it English isn't your first language either.Even with the dup he is ****** before he makes his first gaffe
Oh Goody! then they can send all those supporters and would be MP's, their money back?Can Boris be tempted into an early GE before Halloween...
"My uncle had described him as a “genius” and as a boy he’d been regarded as something of a wunderkind. There was the occasion when he was holidaying with his family in Greece, aged 10, and asked a group of Classics professors if he could join their game of Scrabble. They indulged the precocious, blond-haired moppet, only to be beaten by him. Thinking it was a one-off, they asked him to play another round and, again, he won. On and on it went, game after game. At the prep school he attended before going to Eton, Britain’s grandest private school, he was seen as a prodigy. A schoolmaster who taught him back then told his biographer, Andrew Gimson, that he was the quickest-learner he’d ever encountered. In the staff room, the teachers would compare notes about the “fantastically able boy.”"
God help us
"Unlike so many other privileged undergraduates, with their vaulting sense of entitlement, Boris’s gargantuan self-belief seemed of a piece with his outsized personality. He had an electrifying, charismatic presence of a kind I’d only read about in books before. Our mutual friend Lloyd Evans, who knew Boris better than me at Oxford, put it well. “He’s a war leader,” he told Andrew Gimson. “He is one of the two or three most extraordinary people I’ve ever met. You just feel he’s going somewhere. People just love him. They enjoy going with him and they enjoy being led.”"
"Boris is often described as a “Marmite figure,” a reference to a salty, brown, waxy substance that some British people like to smear on their toast. You either love Marmite or you hate it and the same goes for Boris. Just as some sections of America’s coastal elites suffer from Trump derangement syndrome, large swathes of the UK’s intelligentsia are afflicted by Boris derangement syndrome.""Unlike so many other privileged undergraduates, with their vaulting sense of entitlement, Boris’s gargantuan self-belief seemed of a piece with his outsized personality. He had an electrifying, charismatic presence of a kind I’d only read about in books before. Our mutual friend Lloyd Evans, who knew Boris better than me at Oxford, put it well. “He’s a war leader,” he told Andrew Gimson. “He is one of the two or three most extraordinary people I’ve ever met. You just feel he’s going somewhere. People just love him. They enjoy going with him and they enjoy being led.”"
He simply doesn’t look like a demagogue from central casting — less Benito Mussolini than Bertie Wooster."Boris is often described as a “Marmite figure,” a reference to a salty, brown, waxy substance that some British people like to smear on their toast. You either love Marmite or you hate it and the same goes for Boris. Just as some sections of America’s coastal elites suffer from Trump derangement syndrome, large swathes of the UK’s intelligentsia are afflicted by Boris derangement syndrome."
"But there’s another, related reason why so many people are willing to forgive Boris for his transgressions which burrows deeper into the divided English soul. George Orwell in The Art of Donald McGill, his 1941 essay about seaside postcodes, describes a conflict at the heart of our national character—one we fought a civil war over, no less—that captures Boris’s appeal. On the one hand are the pointy-heads, the scolds, always wagging their fingers and pursing their lips, constantly on the look-out for moral failings.He simply doesn’t look like a demagogue from central casting — less Benito Mussolini than Bertie Wooster.
Of - that's all right then.
It is that saturnalian streak in the British character that Boris appeals to and helps explain his popularity with ordinary voters."He is your unofficial self, the voice of the belly protesting against the soul. His tastes lie towards safety, soft beds, no work, pots of beer and women with ‘voluptuous’ figures.
I's rather watch Rory Bremner making an impression of Bojo than Bojo making an impression of himself.People just love him. They enjoy going with him and they enjoy being led.”"
Here we go WTO, do-dar, do-dar. Here we go WTO, do-dar-do-dar-day.
Yes. I know that's how you think.I's rather watch Rory Bremner making an impression of Bojo than Bojo making an impression of himself.
With Bremner, you know he is joking. With Bojo, you wonder if he is joking.
He uses you.
Your rose tinted brexit goggles are getting a bit too rosy. Boris is not a lovable rogue. It's a fake persona he adopts to ensnare the gullible. Sadly there are many leave voters who are just that. Hes a self serving psychopath who really does not care about anyone but boris at all. I've lived in london twenty years, and this I know. Henry 4 part 2 comes to mind. We need a prince hal, but we do not have one.OK. Last one:
"Another quote that’s often dragged up by Boris’s enemies to discredit him is from a Conservative campaign speech in 2005: “Voting Tory will cause your wife to have bigger breasts and increase your chances of owning a BMW M3.”
In their minds, this is appallingly sexist, as well as environmentally suspect. But if Orwell is right about the enduring appeal of the “overwhelming vulgarity,” the “smuttiness,” the “ever-present obscenity,” of Britain’s seaside postcards you can see why constantly reminding people of Boris’s politically incorrect remarks won’t necessarily hurt his electoral chances.
It just serves to embed him in the public imagination as a stock British character whom many people still feel an instinctive affection for: the lovable rogue, the man with the holiday in his eye.
He’s the guy that tries to persuade the barman to serve one more round of drinks after time has been called, the 14-year-old who borrows his father’s Mercedes at two o’clock in the morning and takes it up to a 100mph on the motorway with his friends shrieking in the back. He’s Falstaff in Henry IV, Sid James in the Carry On films. He’s a Donald McGill postcard."
Great spirits have always encountered violent opposition from mediocre minds.Here we go WTO, do-dar, do-dar. Here we go WTO, do-dar-do-dar-day.
Just remind me of the benefits of WTO and when it was spoken about pre-referendum? I remember the bit about the EU being desperate and falling over themselves to give us a deal, but can’t remember what was said about WTO.
Anyway, Remains, They’re a load of W anchors. (I have no idea why, I’m just trying to develop a Leaving type mindset. The one where you just say things without knowing why or what the words mean.) Here we go WTO ........