Kindle Notes & Highlights
by
John Crace
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December 6 - December 7, 2021
This was the golden ticket. A message of hope for the hopeless.
‘It’s great bumble bumble to be bumble bumble in Birmingham bumble bumble,’ he bumbled, before insisting that he was standing before everyone ‘with all humility’. Always good to get the first lie in early. Boris has never done humble in his life.
The same sob story about how he had once felt sorry for a couple in a Wolverhampton council house. The same lies about things the EU had never done and what the Labour party planned to do.
Someone who lacked even the basic level of self-awareness to realise he had broken the system and had no real idea how to fix it.
Four ordinary punters were unceremoniously hoiked out of the auditorium.
Britain: not just world leaders in AI, but a world leader as AI.
May reverted to the more familiar territory of living down to expectations.
No one was better than her at being absent from her own life.
Theresa May – the prime minister with the unerring knack of snatching defeat from the jaws of defeat.
Faced with a personal humiliation, she rolled into a foetal ball and watched cartoons.
they were free to shitbag the one they thought she had probably got.
The DUP’s Nigel Dodds was also in seventh heaven. A man never happier than when he is angry.
but on no account must he show any signs of doing any thinking for himself. Barclay was only too happy to oblige.
The withdrawal agreement he had helped to negotiate was nothing like the deal he had helped to negotiate.
‘The backstop was the backstop because it was the backstop that delivered the backstop.’
EU, because there were so many other ways to measure prosperity than people being broke.
She’d always assumed the electorate enjoyed being lied to.
There might not have been a method in her madness. But there sure as hell was a madness in her method.
The leader of the House has always made a virtue out of being out of her depth, and she excelled herself by failing to understand any of the legal arguments.
Thinking isn’t Dorries’s strong point, and her conclusion that Cox was basically a civil servant was just another nail in his coffin.
No one could remember him telling the Commons that the Northern Ireland backstop might be ‘indefinite’ or that trade talks could end in ‘stalemate’.
The radioactive isotopes Barclay is tasked with stockpiling have a longer half-life than his department.
Even the mirror could no longer look her in the face.
Tory MPs – all except Chris Grayling, who managed to turn up 20 minutes late – had banged the tables when the prime minister arrived. With their heads.
The last thing she needed was the support of someone even more useless than her. Just.
It’s almost as if his body clock is set 48 hours behind everyone else’s. As an Arsenal fan, he’s going to be mighty pissed
the SNP’s Angus Brendan MacNeil raised a second point of order asking if he could table a vote of no confidence in the opposition. Several Labour MPs looked happy to back that one.
‘My name’s Ian and I’m a Brexit addict,’ said the SNP leader Ian Blackford. ‘Hi Ian,’ everyone replied. ‘It’s all shit and I feel completely powerless over Brexit,’ Blackford said.
‘It’s an anonymous programme. But your name is Stephen Barclay,’ the Speaker interrupted. ‘Is it? My name’s Stephen and my job is to know nothing about anything.’
Like all of us, the prime minister severely underestimated Grayling’s capacity for failure.
From the second he wakes up to the final moments before he falls asleep at night, Grayling dedicates himself to doing everything badly.
He even cited the previous day’s abject failure to create a pretend lorry jam as evidence of his success.
It’s one thing to humiliate yourself. It’s quite another not to even realise you are doing it.
because even they could understand that the logic of contingency planning based on a ferry company not delivering additional capacity was inherently flawed.
he lived to lose another day.
Not so much about taking back control as needing to get a sodding grip.
what on earth he had done in a previous life to deserve his current one.
Remainer MPs should vote for her deal because if they didn’t then they would increase the likelihood of a no-deal Brexit, and Leavers should vote for her deal because a failure to do so would increase the likelihood of no Brexit at all. Even a dodgy 1980s Amstrad computer would have detected that contradiction in its algorithms.
Brexit is making fools of everyone. Especially those who were already fools in the first place.
All along, the plan B had been to have no plan B and try to muddle along with plan A.
no momentary relief from abject misery. She was stuck in her very public hell.
As a politician he has long since been nothing more than a blond curiosity. A one-man freak show. But as a case study he still has plenty to offer the psychiatric profession.
Is he aware he is lying but sees no problem with it? In which case he is a borderline sociopath. Or is he utterly delusional? In which case he is clearly psychotic.
He wasn’t saying he ought to be prime minister, but he ought to be prime minister.
As was his ability to have £48 million wasted on a garden bridge project that was never going to get built.
Just because there was film and written evidence of him doing something didn’t make it real.
that would be tantamount to kicking the can further down the road. This from a prime minister whose only identifiable talent is for kicking cans down the road.
come to the conclusion that doing anything to keep the Conservative party together for an extra couple of weeks was more important than the national interest.
her claim to be able to secure a deal by ditching the Northern Ireland backstop with her insistence that rejecting the backstop would inevitably end in a no-deal.
Brexit continues to make fools of all those with whom it comes in contact. Especially those that were already fools.
