GloryHunter07
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Aparently those tweets are "venomous"...Absolute mouth breathers replying to him.
Aparently those tweets are "venomous"...Absolute mouth breathers replying to him.
Because she is probably driven by legacy .And does not want it to be she quit.Why does not she just resigns and walks away saying that if they can't sign up for her deal then that's it.
Aparently those tweets are "venomous"...
They’ll never back it.Yeah i think she might sneak it.. the key could be the DUP.
To be fair, if they weren’t going to vote for the last deal, they won’t vote for the same thing with a bit more waffle thrown in. Even they aren’t that thick. I think.Im sure we can guess how the Ulster Says No party will vote
Cheers will have a lookI didn’t see it but was told that there was a C4 dispatches program last night about brexit which put JRM on the spot about how he stands to make €7m in the event of a hard brexit blah blah
https://www.google.ie/amp/s/inews.c...-brexit-vote-somerset-capital-management/amp/
Why does not she just resigns and walks away saying that if they can't sign up for her deal then that's it.
Yeah.Isn't that, essentially, what Cameron did and everyone hates him for it?
Not after Cox's comments, looks like i called it very wrong!They’ll never back it.
I'll go 109 then.I'm saying a loss by 110 votes
111I'll go 109 then.
Brexsh!tHe also described the deal as a ‘polished turd’..
A small child is in the House, she must be about 2 or 3 years old. How odd.
Put her in charge of brexit.A small child is in the House, she must be about 2 or 3 years old. How odd.
If they don't have a creche there, they should. There must be a number of folk there with childcare responsibilities and they have to be there at all hours of the day and night.Put her in charge of brexit.
Scenes, old chap. Scenes.Imagine if she loses by more than last time......
They earn £80k a year plus deductions and benefits. Whoever it is can afford to pay for child care.If they don't have a creche there, they should. There must be a number of folk there with childcare responsibilities and they have to be there at all hours of the day and night.
Pretty impossible.Imagine if she loses by more than last time......
May gets up and says "I resign lads, good luck everybody, see you later", walks past a confused John BercowScenes, old chap. Scenes.
4-4 fecking 2She should stand up and say
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
She should stand up and say
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!