The brusquest man in British politics who did lots of things regarding Europe and tried to fight the miners and.... Oh fine, you can be Malcolm Tucker then.
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The brusquest man in British politics who did lots of things regarding Europe and tried to fight the miners and.... Oh fine, you can be Malcolm Tucker then.
So we currently have 31 votes in the first day - not bad at all in terms of turnout
I have a theory that close elections make for good turnouts - if so then PR is very bad for the AAR indeed.
So we currently have 31 votes in the first day - not bad at all in terms of turnout
Well it is about the future of our Nation.
Nooooo!
You can guess three times, which one I would pick.Out of those three choices I choose the middle one.
Yes!
Out of those three choices I choose the middle one.
That made me laugh out loud.
Ahem. After negotiations with key contacts, and after lengthy consultation with the Rutland Liberal Party, I must announce that a decision has been made to temporarily suspend the elections in favour of a National Unity government composed of such diverse strands of political opinion as Liberals, New Liberals, Social Liberals, Orange Liberals, Economic Liberals, Classical Liberals and others. Thus by representing all serious strands of opinion the National Unity government will be perfectly placed to tackle the issues at the heart of this near breakdown in society, allowing the elections to be resumed when people are prepared to vote sensibly.
In order to ensure that this system works, Mr Thorpe will be Prime Minister, Mr Jenkins will be Deputy Prime Minister, the spirit of Lloyd-George will be Chancellor, the spirit of Gladstone will be President of the Board of Trade and I will temporarily assume the responsibilities and prerogatives of Her Majesty as Lord Protector.
Rejoice O England for your troubles are at an end.
In order to ensure that this system works, Mr Thorpe will be Prime Minister, Mr Jenkins will be Deputy Prime Minister, the spirit of Lloyd-George will be Chancellor, the spirit of Gladstone will be President of the Board of Trade and I will temporarily assume the responsibilities and prerogatives of Her Majesty as Lord Protector.
Rejoice O England for your troubles are at an end.
You know, she was a terrible human being.Jews. Rumous have it you dated or even married one
...But a minx in bed.
To summarise the current political situation:
"The old politics is dying away, and the new politics struggles to come forth: now is the time of monsters."
"The old politics is dying away, and the new politics struggles to come forth: now is the time of monsters."
Look at his point we either do neo-liberalism harshly or unharshly, Labor will bring us there slower and more steadily then Enoch's pain treatment.
That make no sense. Labour don't want "new liberalism". They want to go back to the old society that ruined pur economy in the long run. Liberal Party at least recognize this new change and new times.
Good for you.
Labour want to keep things exactly the same - it's only the Liberals who are talking about moderate privatisation of only unprofitable industries.
Somewhere in southern Edinburgh two old men talk politics over a pint
"Ah swear to gad Geordie, it's th' end o times" Callum yelled before taking a sip of his beer.
"Nah, ya big pooftah, yah ar' ower kenning it. It's jus' a change 'n th' wind. 'sall." Geordie laughed as Callum glared at him
"Call th' Nattie's gainin' guid? Call th' bludy close harserace a guid thin'? Yar loonie as a sun baked barnie Geordie."
Geordie laughed this, took a swig of his pint and looked Callum in the eye. "Listen yah daft blooter'd sunoofabitch, it'll be ok in th' end, it always has fur us. Nae point whinin' 'bout impurted Soviet voters and dem fuck'n skinheads beat'n th' brown folk 'bout th' heed. 'n th' end th' Laboor 'n Libs'll work togeter. Mayb' th' Tories'll join in. This is th' United Kingdoom, nae Germony er Russa. We Brits 'ill come oot guid. Jus' ye wait."
Callum shook his fist good heartedly at his friend, "bludy Sash luver. Yer kind'll be th' doom oof Scootland yet."
Both men quieted as they finished their beers, wished each other good day and walked home to their wives and knowing that in the end something will good will happen.
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