This week was heavy with Brexit splitting the Tories, former Khmer Rouge leaders found guilty of genocide and a jilted bride dishing revenge while it was still hot. At least we got a laugh in at ScoMo…that’s something, right?
Boris Johnson’s moronic burqa rhetoric has been cribbed directly from Donald’s playbook. We need to focus on what he’s attempting to do, not how he’s trying to smooth it over.
Jeremy Corbyn’s poetic verse at Glastonbury spoke of the grand possibilities, however, amidst all this hope, the truth is harsher: nothing has changed.
Public holiday Monday. It doesn’t matter, because you’re all still asleep. Trump assassinated by lobster, Bill Cosby wins Nobel Prize, Katy calls for Swift peace action.
The cold facts of May, a pouring wave of misrepresented disrespect and the hope of all bald men differentiate this week from all the others.
The first bricks of a hate wall, the stripping back of pretence and a picnic spoiled. Winners, all. Oh, #Auspol, what are you like?
May’s day will fall on June 8 this year, as she steers Britain through what is ostensibly the Brexit election. But if one thinks that mother will be generous, well…
Parting, as a great person said, is such unnecessary sorrow. With Parliament green-lighting the Brexit, expect a particularly messy divorce.
With the Brit parliament currently debating the particulars of the Brexit, there’s still the matter of the EU looking to bandage the cuts of those who voted against it.
God, what a horrible week. Orlando, Jo Cox, and Bob Katter, but at least a Rabbi bought everyone a round in the name of humanity. Well played, him.
Contrary to the racist headlines surrounding London’s new Muslim mayor, Sadiq Khan, the feeling of those who live there is yes he Khan.
Last night, David Cameron publically admitted that his mum loaned him money – as does ours. Does that mean we’re PM material?
With Jeremy Corbyn now atop the tree of UK Labour, Timothy Cootes wants us to re-examine the realities of those who sit on the left.