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So let's get on with it. We must put the case for Brexit anew. We must take nothing for granted. It doesn't matter what we do with the money. We can put it in the NHS or buy pink elephants with it. The point is it's hard working British peoples' money and it should be spent on them. The EU is not democratic. The people who run it are oligarchical despots - and not benevolent ones either. Paying all this money for "free trade" - what a contradiction in terms! And who benefits? Not the ordinary people who stump up the cash! And why, for this "free trade" do we have to let Brussels/ Strasbourg (EU have two Parliaments) make 59% of our laws? How does that work? Well, it doesn't. We only rubber stamp their commands in our Parliament. We are vassals and our Parliament is a puppet EU...
There is a man I've never known Who wants to do me harm He has been told to hate me This gives me great alarm There is a man I've yet to meet Who will try to do me ill Although he does not know me Yet he loathes me still This man is from another place And would kill me out of hand He speaks a tongue I've never learned And do not understand There is this man from far away Who...
There are omens in the heavens For those who choose to see Portents of events to come Which bode ill for such as we The breeze that wafted gently At mornings early light Has risen now the trees to bow And shifted birds in flight The sky we knew which once was blue Has taken somber mien Bright clouds have turned to darkness Swollen now with rain Warning has been given If we...
A Blip in the Gulf (1) Riding high in an icy sky           January 5, 2010.   Pre-dawn. Intercoastal heliport. 05.00 am. Ffffff.....k. It's cold. The temperature is down in the low thirties. A heavy frost blankets everything. Our rotor blades shine a dull white. It's dark, quiet, save for the distant muttering coming...
The Gentle Drunk       If you were a career old drunk in Dublin fair city in the nineteen seventies, then apart from begging, scrounging, watching the girls, and hoping for a hot meal, one other important consideration was "getting back to the hostel" in time.   "Hostel" was perhaps too fine word.  "Flophouse" would be politically...
The Outlaw (I drove my motorbike to the sea) I watched a dreamer by the sea observe me,softly, haltingly, His face was tired but not unkind I sensed a windmill in his mind. Alone upon the beach he stood A member of the brotherhood I saw the biker garb he wore And knew I'd seen him once before. Reflections from a dying wave Shadows from the failing light This was a man...
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