Jeremy Corbyn's time is up
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Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
If by deselect you mean terminate with extreme prejudice, then I agree with you
nino_savatte
No pasaran!
Chris Bryant (aka 'The Vicar') is on the political council of the Henry Jackson Society, along with fellow headbangers Gisela Stuart and Ben 'BBC' Bradshaw.
Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
We all know you hate socialists, that was clear from the picture you posted highlighting placards from the socialist party and SWP
Pickman's model
Starry Wisdom
Writing the socialist party out of history now like some discount store stalin
imposs1904
Thread Killa'
After having a quick gander at his wiki page, I think extreme prejudice is the correct way to go.
FabricLiveBaby!
Live Baby Fabric!
Eagle "I'll run soon if Corbyn doesn't step down"
"I'll do it"
-go on then
"I'll really REALLY do it"
- go on then
"I'm REALLY REALLY REALLY going to do it!"
- Go on then
"I'm OFFICIALLY REAAAAAALY GOING TO DO IT VERY SOON!"
- Go On THEN!
Christ almighty.
redsquirrel
This Machine Kills Progressives
I am being really thick and missing some tactical play here?
How is the publication of the report (that you voted against) into an incredibly unpopular war that you supported going to help your cause? Surely Chilcot is going to boost Corbyn and Momentum if anything. The only thing I can think is that they are hoping that after Chilcot Corbyn will be willing to resign.
How is the publication of the report (that you voted against) into an incredibly unpopular war that you supported going to help your cause? Surely Chilcot is going to boost Corbyn and Momentum if anything. The only thing I can think is that they are hoping that after Chilcot Corbyn will be willing to resign.
FabricLiveBaby!
Live Baby Fabric!
More from: I See You Stories
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.....But you got caught up in it regardless, Angela Eagle, and you've prematurely thrown your hat into the ring.
I see you, Angela Eagle, looking up at the moon and dreaming of new horizons. I see the throng behind you, pushing you towards the great scaffolding, Hilary Benn whispering in your ear that there's a whole new world out there to conquer. I see the crowd of 172 behind you, chanting your name in a low whisper, supportive but hardly vocal. I see them carry you on their shoulders, hosting you into the cockpit, strapping you in. You're in a rocket the PLP built for you out of the debris of New Labour, and your fuel is the quiet groundswell of rebellion.
I hear the engines roaring, Angela Eagle, and I see you pushed back into your seat by the rising G-force. I see the tears streaming from your ecstatic eyes as you're elevated from your position, blasting into the stratosphere, the PLP fading beneath you just as quickly as they first raised you up. I see you firing past the clouds, the great cheer of apparent victory bursting from your throat as you pierce the heavens.
I see the engines gutter and flicker out, Angela Eagle, silent in the void of space. I see the bright and glorious moon, a new political landscape just out of reach. You're out of gas, Angela Eagle, pushed up in to the stillness of oblivion and away from the cacophony below.
I see you drifting, Angela Eagle, the support below you now a thousand miles away. I see you frown. This isn't quite the glorious new dawn you were expecting, is it? It's like coming fourth all over again. Oh well. At least from this weird abyssal limbo you can look down and watch it go to shit all over again when the Chilcot Report comes out.
The Eagle hasn't quite landed, has it?
I see you, Angela Eagle. I fucking see you.
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.....But you got caught up in it regardless, Angela Eagle, and you've prematurely thrown your hat into the ring.
I see you, Angela Eagle, looking up at the moon and dreaming of new horizons. I see the throng behind you, pushing you towards the great scaffolding, Hilary Benn whispering in your ear that there's a whole new world out there to conquer. I see the crowd of 172 behind you, chanting your name in a low whisper, supportive but hardly vocal. I see them carry you on their shoulders, hosting you into the cockpit, strapping you in. You're in a rocket the PLP built for you out of the debris of New Labour, and your fuel is the quiet groundswell of rebellion.
I hear the engines roaring, Angela Eagle, and I see you pushed back into your seat by the rising G-force. I see the tears streaming from your ecstatic eyes as you're elevated from your position, blasting into the stratosphere, the PLP fading beneath you just as quickly as they first raised you up. I see you firing past the clouds, the great cheer of apparent victory bursting from your throat as you pierce the heavens.
I see the engines gutter and flicker out, Angela Eagle, silent in the void of space. I see the bright and glorious moon, a new political landscape just out of reach. You're out of gas, Angela Eagle, pushed up in to the stillness of oblivion and away from the cacophony below.
I see you drifting, Angela Eagle, the support below you now a thousand miles away. I see you frown. This isn't quite the glorious new dawn you were expecting, is it? It's like coming fourth all over again. Oh well. At least from this weird abyssal limbo you can look down and watch it go to shit all over again when the Chilcot Report comes out.
The Eagle hasn't quite landed, has it?
I see you, Angela Eagle. I fucking see you.
chilango
Hypothetical Wanker
Chilwhatnow?
Wilf
Slouching towards Billingham
Wilf
Slouching towards Billingham
Idris2002
canadian girlfriend
If true, a feint by the putschists? Call if off now, and they might live to coup another day - carry on and the risk Jeremy breaking out the banhammer?
Orang Utan
Psychick Worrier Ov Geyoor
The hashtag Chicken Coup annoys me. It should be Pigeon Coup if it's to make any sense.
JimW
支那暗杀团
Eh? Reasonable play on a phonetic reading of coup. Get with the kidz, man.
Orang Utan
Psychick Worrier Ov Geyoor
Coop does not rhyme with coup
JimW
支那暗杀团
We know that, but it looks close enough. You're being left behind by the tide of history here.
Wilf
Slouching towards Billingham
In this freewheeling story, things are moving fast. This morning she said that if Jeremy Corbyn doesn't resign she 'WILL stand against him'. Hear the emphasis there, she WILL stand against him - it was thunderous. Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
The die is cast, worlds collide, brother is set against brother - but no timetable yet.
Labour coup: Angela Eagle goes public with threat to run against Jeremy Corbyn unless he resigns
The die is cast, worlds collide, brother is set against brother - but no timetable yet.
Labour coup: Angela Eagle goes public with threat to run against Jeremy Corbyn unless he resigns
Orang Utan
Psychick Worrier Ov Geyoor
No one says there's been a bloodless coop.
It's coo.
So it doesn't make sense to write chicken coup. Chickens don't coo. Pigeons do.
butchersapron
Bring back hanging
Are pigeons known for displays of great aggression followed by cowardly withdrawal though?
JimW
支那暗杀团
But pigeons aren't famously pusillanimous. It is a visual half-pun for a visual medium, the written word.
Wilf
Slouching towards Billingham
I'm seeing her challenge as a faltering avian move towards that cold chip on the pavement.
Orang Utan
Psychick Worrier Ov Geyoor
Hmm, I hear it in my head when I read it and it gives me a headache as it's just wrong
JimW
支那暗杀团
No, we will bang on about this until you accept the error of your ways, like the PLP to Corbyn.
DotCommunist
So many particulars. So many questions.
want to stand in front of Eagle tapping my watch now.
chilango
Hypothetical Wanker
Tell her its her own time she's wasting...
Wilf
Slouching towards Billingham
'I'm going to batter you at home time'
- Right, see you at the tennis courts
'Actually, could we do it after tea? Or maybe at the weekend?'
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