A Far Fetched Resolution

I’ll tell you what happens with impossible promises. You start with far-fetched resolutions. They are then pickled into a rigid dogma, a code, you go through the years sticking to that, out-dated, misplaced, irrelevant to the real needs, and you end up in the grotesque chaos of a Labour council, a Labour council hiring taxis to scuttle round the city handing out redundancy notices to its own workers. I’ll tell you.. You can’t play politics with people’s jobs and with people’s services.

Tuesday, July 11, 2006

This country is going to the dogs...

Our great nation, ruler of the waves, and the pink bits on the map, and factory of the world.

We were the envy of all with our armed forces feared, our navy unsurpassed, British goods in homes throughout every continent.

Men were men, and we trained them to rule an empire.

Now all of these mickey mouse degrees these days we can't even rule ourselves properly and everyone's going to be speaking French in a few years time.

That's what I think.

I mean even bloody Pickles got a 2:1. PARTAY!

posted by Pickles @ 7:30 pm  

6 Comments:

  • At 9:50 am, Blogger EverSilentOne said…

    Yay for Skippy! :)

     

  • At 2:45 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Is highly amusing...

     

  • At 9:46 pm, Blogger Pickles said…

    What do you mean, amusing!?

     

  • At 7:07 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Congratulations.

    Just to let friends know - I also got a 2.1 (I'm a bottler, so opted out of having my result put on the board).

    Cheers, Paul T

     

  • At 12:13 am, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Fantastic result. Well done. Tim.

     

  • At 10:04 pm, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Is amusing because the hours (and months and years) of study finally paid off...

     

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