It would be a miracle
Technically she could
Showing a woman with a stroller is now verboten
Buckle up, campers. It may be a bumpy ride
“Our waters, not yours.”
Knife Control not panning out that wonderfully yet
This should be a hoot
Wait… you’re not American, are you?
And it’s not pretty
Immediately suspicious of cooperation
The Remain crowd is looking rather glum
Loose lips sink relationships
The thought police have arrived
Probably because nobody else wants the bloody job about now
Situation normal: it’s all chaos
The new British Empire?
They don’t really have a harbor, either
Your papers, please
Protecting the taxi unions
You get to keep the job, but nobody else wanted it
On the ropes
Discretion is once again seen as the better part of valor
The rats are fleeing the ship
Come back! No harm, no foul!
Well… that makes one of you
It’s all over but the shouting. And yet there’s a LOT of shouting to come.
Is it real or is it Memorex?
And it’s not just Corbyn
An escape hatch may be opening
Not to put too fine of a point on it…
No date set.
Hey… wouldn’t that be considered “meddling” in another country’s elections?
Hey… why not?
We wouldn’t want to offend anyone
Man without a country… or many friends, for that matter
Coming soon to a school near you
When Luddites rule
The Peoples’ Princess
Conflict of lethal interests
More like wishful thinking on the American left
“Dont let the press platform off this and dont help the pigs build cases.”
Even the playing field
“And so all these moves are moves towards impeachment.”