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Tag: May

Tweedledum and …

November 3, 2018 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots, History, politics

Communism and Capitalism are two apparently different mechanisms for ensuring that the same kinds of people gain power in society.

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Peter Principle Pollies

October 10, 2018 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots, History, politics

All politicians have been promoted beyond their level of competence.

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Continuity

July 10, 2018 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots, politics

Throughout history, all over the world, the ruling classes have always been the same kind of people. Hell, they’re usually the SAME people.

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Facing up to it

March 23, 2018 by David Horton, posted in poetry, politics

Is there nothing some
people won’t do to keep the
Right Wing in power?

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When they are bad they are horrid

March 6, 2018 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots, poetry, politics

The Left’s mistakes are
better than Right’s successful
achievements any day

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Some of the people all of the time

February 14, 2018 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots, poetry, politics

No conservative
idea so bad workers
will not vote for it

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In the world

January 23, 2018 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots, poetry, politics

People….People who
vote conservative….Are the
nastiest people…

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Misanthropic

January 23, 2018 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots, poetry, politics

The people who hate
public service are people
who hate the people

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Tactics

January 18, 2018 by David Horton, posted in poetry, politics

The Right likes to keep
people angry and afraid
and wanting money

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Lions led by donkeys

January 17, 2018 by David Horton, posted in Bon mots, poetry, politics

The ordinary
people are always badly
led in peace and war

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Hammering on the mind’s door

“I think we are well-advised to keep on nodding terms with the people we used to be, whether we find them attractive company or not. Otherwise they turn up unannounced and surprise us, come hammering on the mind’s door at 4 a.m. of a bad night and demand to know who deserted them, who betrayed them, who is going to make amends. We forget all too soon the things we thought we could never forget. We forget the loves and the betrayals alike, forget what we whispered and what we screamed, forget who we were.” Joan Didion

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