Yes – Brexit bonkers, brain-frozen, barmy as a box of
frogs, batty, Britain-breaking, loony tunes, la la land loopy is now looking
likelier than ever and the circus of clowns is in town ready in the wings to bring
the house down (pun intended).
Theresa May has maxed out trying to hold the fantasy
ground where the xenophobes can have everything they want but Britain can still
benefit from the EU economically. It was becoming an unbearable exercise in delusion and
double talk with only the weak and weird able to mumble through any of the
gobbledygook without going insane; dim and dull as dishwater David Davis or the
craven Liam Fox.
Now – the mainstream media tell us – we are a cliff edge away from
what they are referring to as The Brexit Dream Team. I’ll translate that for
you – triple shit on a stick x 1,000,000.
The ‘D’ team would, we are told, be led by Boris Johnson, our racist Obama-insulting Foreign Secretary who gave us the lie about – well pretty much everything during the EU referendum - but mainly the £340million per week to the NHS oh and corruptly wasted millions of pounds on the never built Garden Bridge when he was mayor of London etc, etc.
His deputy would be Michael Gove – the man who also
spouted lies because he thought the British people wouldn’t be mad enough to
vote to leave but it would make him popular – oh and derided experts through
the whole process and is now our Secretary for the Environment – Yay.
Jacob Rees-Mogg would be chancellor. J.Re;Smogg is the
man who thinks philanthropy should be left to toffs like him if they happen to
have a few spare guineas left over once they’ve paid for private school for
their half a dozen or so offspring and who is vehemently anti-abortion even
though he financially benefits from a drug used to induce abortions.
That’s it. That is what top-shelf Britain has to offer to
sort the Brexit mess...
And part of me is sinking slowly into the quagmire of –
BRING IT ON. LET IT HAPPEN. Because since June23rd 2016 it’s been like sitting
in the dentist’s pre-op room waiting to have all our (not in particularly bad
condition) teeth pulled out and replaced with rusty paper clips.
A madman offered the procedure. Some folk in the waiting-room
volunteered for the procedure and about half did not. And even the half that
voted for it have sort of changed their minds now they can hear the badly-wired, wobbly old drill being
tested and the nurse has announced that they've run out of anaesthetics (or the
anaesthetists have all gone back to their EU homes). But it’s going to happen.
The mad discordant headache-inducing jingle of jingoism and xenophobia is
whining over a speaker and – even though it’s going to be horrible for me – who
didn’t vote for it and horrible for those who did but came to their senses – it still might be worth it to hear the tiny rabid minority who have the rest
of us by the throat, up a tree, over a barrel, up a creek without a paddle,
over a cliff - scream…
Or could we just wake up from the nightmare?
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OH – and as regards last week’s post – in view of the financial reports last night - maybe change my
“within 24 months” prediction to ‘within 24 days…’
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