It’s too easy to hate, to say with screams, to find alt-solutions in final extremes, your volume racked up In your echo chamber, Knowing your hatred Reverbs beyond there; Too may such rooms, with men pushing in these are the places where the end begins.
Who is Nick Timothy? Do you give a toss? He’s the quiet one, St Theresa’s soft voice. Almost Deputy PM, with no vote or mandate, he’ll re-draw Conservatism, tracing over the Left; aided by Fiona, the Queen of Press Passes, but Nick wears the boots, ‘cos he likes to kick arses.
Following on from yesterday and after a chance to digest the Conservative manifesto Miracle on Downing Street by Mike Bell St. Theresa knows what is good for us, she 'Hallelujahs' for votes (The Mail prints the chorus). She cleans the feet of the blessed rich, with her giving hands on their privatised bits: She's touched The Trump, held the hand of 'God', and now she is saying: 'Come and buy
I would like to introduce you to a new contributor to the Dangerous Globe, Mike Bell, who writes poetry that has little to do with wandering about feeling lonely (like clouds ?) and a lot more to do with real life, all of it, the bad and the good. We have had a look around his territory and found good things, and you can do likewise here , where you will