Friday, 1 March 2019

As well as his ideology, ambitions, outlook on life and so on what is it about Jacob Rees Mogg that puts the wind up me? Is it the feeling you are in the presence of someone wearing a dead man's suit? Someone who is breathing the cold breath of death against your neck? The vibe that everyone is being prodded by a cold limp dick? Is he just a statue representing bad sex and a bad death. Is that what Brexit is really about? Is there anyone on the planet who finds joy when they see him? That is it. There is no joie de vivre. 

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