Originally posted by Whaleboy
Her son lives next door to a friend of mine; they're both at Christchurch in Oxford... can't imagine he's feeling too great right now; he's now got the pressure of being the titular head of the PPP, the possibility of being a target and has just lost his mother.
Her son lives next door to a friend of mine; they're both at Christchurch in Oxford... can't imagine he's feeling too great right now; he's now got the pressure of being the titular head of the PPP, the possibility of being a target and has just lost his mother.
The thing about Politicians... ****ing ALL of them, is that they're obsessed with the theatre of their own lives more than whatever flavour of the hour leadership innovation they're preaching. Keep your head in the car? Of course not. The emotion of "the people" gripped her to strongly!
Perhaps this is the best thing that could have happened to her son, if from here he's indeed freed from the tacky pre-destination of genetic politics so absurdly assumed to be appropriate in every system of government.
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