Friends, subjects, countrymen, lend me your ears;
I come to bury Labour, not to praise it.
The evil that men do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;
So let it be with Labour. The noble Keith
Hath told you Labour was ambitious:
If it were so, it was a grievous fault,
And grievously hath Keith disinterred it.
Here, under leave of Mandrakesom and the rest–
For Keith is an "honourable" man;
So are they all, all "honourable" men–
Come I to speak in Labour’s funeral.
Labour was my part, faithful and just to me:
But Keiths says he IS ambitious;
And Keith IS an "honourable" man.
He hath sent many lefties home to Coventry
Whose subs did the Party coffers fill:
Did this in Corbyn seem ambitious?
Parting can be such sweet sorrow -
But this much I can say, can not lie -
When yesterday you said #goodbye,
I thought that there wouldn't be tomorrow.
If I said I'd not miss you, that would be untrue.
As you take my heart, when you're away,
As my senses now wither, failing day by day.
I fear my life will fail, if I shall not kiss you ...
... I'm asking you, please, as I view our empty boudoir -
I can hear your impatient sigh - may we banish #goodbye
Accept and embrace our imperfections with grace,
And transform an ugly #goodbye to gentle "Au revoir"?
It's complete. But the previously tabled attempt in 2018 was gerrymandered into submission ...
The Bill would:
• reinstate the government’s duty to provide the NHS in England,
• re-establish NHS England as a special health authority with regional committees and
modified functions,
• re-establish District Health Authorities, with Family Health Services Committees to administer arrangements with GPs, dentists and others,
"We want more council houses so everyone can get a roof over their heads. We want better pay so we stand a chance of getting on the housing ladder. We want more jobs so no-one is left unemployed. We want affordable utilities and proper investment in our schools and hospitals."
We are going to have to face a simple and devastating truth on the left. Strategically, we are a fucking disaster.
Plans, cunning or otherwise, 'R NOT US.
Basically, in the long term, we have not a clue.
We are a tribe of Micawbers, "waiting for something to turn up".
"Not at all, and now, since this is a red-letter day in that I am hourly expecting something extraordinary to turn up, let us return and discover what culinary triumphs Mrs. Micawber has prepared for us."
We should rather seek out Mrs. Whiplash. 😒
On the rare occasion that something DOES turn up, like @jeremycorbyn , we fuck it up. In spades.
Why did we not turn up at Southside, with knobkerries and fire necklaces??? I will never know.