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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...
The Great Sidecar Experiment Part Six:   Finale               Down the last stretch of road we hurtled, like a cannon ball on steroids, and I could see the large red-and-white imperative STOP sign now coming very quickly into view.  I was experiencing a greatly agitating awareness of the...
The Great Sidecar Experiment Part Five:  Solidarity        The horrible realization sank into me, that we were in big trouble. Too late I remembered the rear brake pedal, that we never did get replaced.   We had figured that the front brake was providing 70% of the stopping power anyway, and we'd find a replacement...
Blood of the Scarecrow She tills the fields of regret As a whisper of a woman scorned. Thoughts grown she'd rather forget Of love's ambition never born. No reciprocation of her toil. The man would not give willingly. Blood stains saturated the soil As his heart was taken literally. Carving pumpkins into his chest To keep the piece she wanted most. The rotting shell, a scarecrow...
An Angel Crawls Lightning shatters serenity, once upon a tranquil moment, As the vanity of pride capitulates its proponent. Chastised and cast down by a boastful denouncement. Now feathers, charred, scrape across this turbulent sand. The desert inferno burning both knees and hands. Burdened now by gravity, it finds itself unable to stand. It cries out against such an unfamiliar...
A Muse Me Thus, in the end, It comes down to this word. A word in a world that would wound, Wound and bound about a token form and taken from That which is a whisper Screaming silently Though softly, thought tough In its interpretation. It is this interrelation Within which We wallow In the shallowness of mediocrity Or swallow The profundity of grandiosity. Profound!...
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