'This S(c)eptic Isle': Notional Pride 14 (trans_late)

 

All Images: West Leicester, April 2022

(Amended Translation/Audio Transcript):

The definition of arrows: when a politician mistakenly tells the truth. A veteran Washington journalist would surely welcome the classic example of Jorge Comb-Ages. Thursday's uniform would greet the satifical minister about the prospect of Brexit.

Suddenly, the Minister for Brexit Opportunities implicitly admitted that there is no opportunity, or at least an opportunity more important than the high cost of financial self-injury (Britain's exit from the EU). Cpomb-Age's succession should be considered a millstone.

This does not mean that the varicose vents are no longer  beating the drum of Brexit in the hope of rallying the 2019 electoral coalition. But the tone, which is always empty, becomes even simpler - thanks to Comb-Ages. The Brexiters - they recognise themselves.

This is not only the turning point of the Brexit epic, but also the life expectancy of the government (which was the primary goal of this government). If even the most skilful defenders of the project can promise a delay in implementation, one thing is clear: the engine is gone. The ruling parties will become vulnerable.

The personal position of the economy and the leader of the two usual determinants of the popularity of the current government are dangerous. The crisis in the cost of living is profound and pervasive, affecting families who have struggled despite past difficulties. The one who lives from a soup box for her children to eat is the one who forces her children to wear their pyjamas when they come back from school, so as not to wear their uniforms.

This went hand-in-hand with target pay, and the compassion of Snorting Tweed hurts not only those who follow the rules and refuse and refuse to communicate with their loved ones during the padlock (all those who had no money to put bread on the table). Pay yourselves for a carton full of alcohol - it is a government of Marie Antoinettes that despises its feet, and too many people are starving.

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