Posted on 01/18/2018 9:25:46 AM PST by Captain Peter Blood
In memory of British lawmaker Jo Cox, who was murdered by a right-wing extremist in 2016, the U.K. government has announced the appointment of a new Minister of Loneliness.
Conservative MP Tracey Crouch was named to the post by British Prime Minister Theresa May on Wednesday. The recommendation for the appointment came from the Jo Cox Foundation, a registered charity that was set up in Coxs memory after her death.
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Something that once would have been only in the realm of Satire is now reality in England. It reminds me of a Benny Hill, Monty Python sketch or an episode of "Yes Prime Minister".
Note that this was in response to this Jo Cox being murdered a so called Right Wing Extremist. Nothing to do with Muslim Extremism or Terrorism.
So "Conservative" Theresa May, rather than a Labour Leader, has established and appointed a Minister for Loneliness. Exactly what this position will do and how it will work is not known.
Be advised it is only a matter of time before we see this here in the U.S. with the next Democrat Administration. A Secretary of Loneliness with Elizabeth Warren as it's first secretary.
Very appropriate Warren would be involved in such an initiative.
Whenever I look at her pinched countenance, I get the feeling that loneliness would be far preferable than being married to her.
I would assume it’s purpose is to find the answere:
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Then they can tackle the question of: “What becomes of the broken hearted, who had love that’s now departed?”
This could get seriously out of band.
They misspelled “Looniness”.
Good pick. She probably experienced loneliness
The minister for Silly Walks welcomed his new colleague warmly.
She’d be cute butter face! She got big gums.
Lonely...
I’m Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
Now I am so lonely, I’m Mr. Lonely
Wish I had someone to call on the phone
This is for all the lonely people
thinking that life has passed them by,
don’t give up till drink from the silver cup
and ride that highway in the sky
I’m So Ronery
I’m so ronery
So ronery
So ronery and sadry arone
There’s no one
Just me onry
Sitting on my rittle throne
I work very hard and make up great prans
But nobody ristens, no one understands
Seems that no one takes me serirousry
And so I’m ronery
A little ronery
Poor rittre me
There’s nobody
I can rerate to
Feer rike a bird in a cage
It’s kinda sihry
But not rearry
Because it’s fihring my body with rage
I work rearry hard to stay nice and fit
But none of the women seem to give a s...
When I rure the world maybe they’rr notice me
But untir then I’rr just be ronery
Rittre ronery, poor rittre me
I’m so ronery
I’m so ronery
One is the loneliest number that you’ll ever do
Two can be as bad as one
It’s the loneliest number since the number one
Ummm, when those dentures come out....
Just a cast-away, an island lost at sea-o
Another lonely day, no one here but me-o
More loneliness than any man could bear
Rescue me before I fall into despare-o.
To think that only yesterday
I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to who wouldn’t do
The role I was about to play?
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God in His mercy
Who if He really does exist
Why did He desert me?
In my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally
I’m just a gigolo and everywhere I go
People know the part I’m playing
Paid for every dance, selling each romance
Ooh, and they’re sayin’
There will come a day when youth will pass away
What will they say about me?
When the end comes, I know
They was just the gigolos
Life goes on without me
I’m just a gigolo and everywhere I go
People know the part Dave’s playing
Paid for every dance, selling each romance
Ooh, what they’re sayin’
There will come a day when youth will pass away
What will they say about me?
When the end comes, I know
They was just a gigolo
Life goes on without me, ‘cause
I ain’t got nobody
Nobody cares for me, nobody
Nobody cares for me
I’m so sad and lonely
Sad and lonely, sad and lonely
Won’t some sweet mama come and take a chance with me?
‘Cause I ain’t so bad
Better love me, babe
Sad and lonesome, all of the time
Even on the beat, on the, on the, on the beat
Bop, boze-de-boze-de-bop, se-de-bop
I ain’t got nobody
Nobody cares for me, nobody
Nobody, hey, say
Feelin’ so sad and lonesome
Ain’t got nobody
Woohoo, sad and lonesome
Need love
Humala bebuhla zeebuhla boobuhla
Humala bebuhla zeebuhla bop
I ain’t got nobody
Nobody, nobody cares for me, nobody, nobody
I’m so sad and lonely
Sad and lonely, sad and lonely
Won’t some sweet mama come and take a chance with me?
‘Cause I ain’t so bad
Been a lonely soul
Been lonesome all of the time
Even on the beat
Johnny, Johnny on the beat
Need a long tall darling, mama
David said he got nobody I loves
Ain’t got nobody (nobody), nobody (nobody)
Nobody (nobody), nobody (nobody)
No one (no one), no one (no one)
Loop-de-loop (loop-de-loop)
Darling, darling (darling, darling)
Getting serious (getting serious)
Got to see the walls (got to see the walls)
Over there (over there)
Nobody (nobody), not no one (not no one)
Nobody (nobody), nobody (nobody)
Nobody (nobody), nobody (nobody)
Nobody (nobody)
Nobody cares for me
Secretary of Loneliness ?
I would think lonely Brian Ross would be the man for the job !
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