The English Torys 
put wind into
the snp sails.





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Tory MPs suggest firms draw up list for bonfire of EU laws after Brexit

Michael Gove and John Whittingdale tell CBI companies should outline regulations they want scrapped when Britain exits blocTwo former cabinet ministers, John Whittingdale and Michael Gove, suggested to the CBI business group on Wednesday that companies should start drawing up a list of regulations they want to see abolished or reformed.

they do Stirling work  for the cause of Scottish Independence they show
their soulless inner selves  base evil vile ammoral to the very core...
one hopes they die a long and painful death losing their very identity
in the proccess...

Oh silly me they have already been murdered and thrown over board
after having their throats cut  by Mrs May.

Gove disgusts me a chimera of a man but yet I am drawn to watch him
as he debases himself fawning and butt sucking his parties new leaderene .
how he crawls lower than a snake to try to get back into high position which
he craves with every fibre of his vile being...

Shame is ever body hates him in the Government and laugh at his
well earned predicament .

A Visitor Calls .

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As I was clearing up the front garden this visitor 

came a calling he stayed about an hour or so and 

when i broke the soil he helped himself 

 to whatever he found.

A capitalist Robin no doubt taking the fruits 

of others labour and keeping all the

 rewards for himself and giving nothing

to he who toiled on the land.

He stayed flitting back and forth and then 

he was gone.

Now compare and contrast

with tris and conan

tris would show pics of strange creatures from

distant lands and people of whom we know little.

conan would have seen the Robin. fetched  his gun and

filled it with lead shot then made a Robin pie 

and ate him or gave his corpse to his

 stinky vicious dugs.

Whilst I the mad evil Labourite

shared the moment and then it was gone...

Love is all .

O stay, sweet warbling woodlark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray,
A hapless lover courts thy lay,
Thy soothing, fond complaining.
Again, again that tender part,
That I may catch thy melting art;
For surely that wad touch her heart
Wha kills me wi' disdaining.
Say, was thy little mate unkind,
And heard thee as the careless wind?
Oh, nocht but love and sorrow join'd,
Sic notes o' woe could wauken!
Thou tells o' never-ending care;
O'speechless grief, and dark despair:
For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair!
Or my poor heart is broken.

maybe not a Robin but it will do

at a pinch .