I experienced the world of the lower level officials. In my eyes, they had (have) much potential in an environment that has problems developing or applying relevant capability. I could cry.
Travelling back from a funeral with three other oldies, I was shocked by their unreasoned beliefs about Brexit.
Boil your kettle every night at 8:30 pm. Get the attention of Parliament and our government, wherever you live. Make politics and our politicians change their ways. Make us proud again.
I tend to avoid the Brexit and Bremain rudeness because idiocy, whatever your stripe, is idiocy. It's time to stand up and be counted.
Brexit or Bremain. Imagine, going forward eyes wide-open … hand-in-hand after making the right decision.
We’re broke, the system’s broke and our leaders have no understanding or competence in fixing things.
Imagine politicians, needing help, feeling alone and with only one last place to turn. Finally, driven by fear, knees pressed into a thick pile carpet, knuckles clamped together and whitening after a good look into the abyss, they pray, "Give me a sign, oh Lord, the kingdom of heaven sounds good to me, I swear. I want to join. Okay, okay in spite of looking … err … if I can't see a sign, how about a clue?
When we get close to a tragedy, we see ourselves for what we are … people who care, who love one another.
The whole sorry mess of Brexit and Bremain is based on lies and questionable politics. Are our citizens’ muscles still flexing? I hope so.
The puppeteers (press, politicians, ideologues) pull our strings, fuel our rage, invite blame and ill-considered aggression against innocents and the weak. Who are these manipulators? Must they go unchallenged?