Dawns crack is about as wide as a wide thing can be,
much solar stuff, remnants of skywater and not a lot of atmospheric movement at
the castle this independent morn.
It seems that Blighty is on the road to freedom, the
great British (just over half anyway) public has expressed its hatred of the
EUnuchs in Brussels and decided to go our own way.
Damn Cam has decided to throw his toys out of his Rolls
Royce pram and bugger orf in October reinforcing the idea that he is a gutless
Twat who hasn’t got the gonads to take it on the chin and soldier on.
Meanwhile alien reptile in disguise and chancer at
the exchequer George I fucked up completely Osborn has it seems jumped into his
space ship and gorn home to planet screw you I’m alright.
It may take years to sort out but it will be worth
it, ignore the financial markets, the knobs that “run” them are only in it for
the money not to help the people.
Now that most of us have told the Tories that we do
not trust them and the Prime Monster is deserting I think it may well be time
for a general election, and if as many people vote in that who voted in the
referendum we may well get the government we deserve not the one we got for 30%
of the electorate.
Just to kick things orf I am going to start a
collection to pay for bricks to close orf the Chunnel.
And today’s thought:
Angus
