Brexit - the greatest contradiction NO ONE has mentioned...

Shortly, MPs of differing persuasions will agree to polish the turd which is Johnson's Brexit deal.

Then Ireland will, de facto, no longer part of the UK.

Surely I’m not the only person in the whole of Britain to notice?

'Deck the Halls with Endless Folly'

 Deck the halls with endless folly

Covid covid covid ni-i-nteeen

Tory mates made lots of lolly

From their profiteering covid scheme.

 

Fast away the old year passes (thank god)

Fa la la la la la la la la 

Healthcare staff are on their arses

Fa la la la la la la la la

 

Sick, unwaged and mired in debt

Fa la la la la la la la la

With a leader most regret

Fa la la la la la la la la

 

Pretty soon it will get worse

Fa la la la la la la la la

Brexit’s coming in a New Year hearse

Fa la la la la la la la laaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarhg!

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376. Never in the field of human con tricks...

As we arrive at the inevitable turd pile-up which is the Brexit endgame and the only question remaining (excuse the unintended pun) is whether Britain will be fucked or super-fucked, the hardest part to get your head around is the reality that we’ve been brought here – the whole of the UK – by a lying, cheating, low-grade, low-life con man who has been a well-known public and private wrecker and disaster most of his life.

The delusion element cannot be more clearly demonstrated than that he believes himself to be – not Napoleon – as per the usual stereotype of the nurse-bothering megalomaniac, but Churchill. Now – fan or not of Winston Churchill - the idea that this dithering incoherent blob with less backbone than a slug (no offense to slugs) who has brought Britain to a level of self-harm and catastrophe – in other words, the opposite of the British efforts in WWII -  is beyond satire.

So – as we wearily regard the bad pantomime which is the dying days (again no pun intended) of 2020 and ogle in disbelief at the cabinet of craven, crawling fools that make up Johnson’s enablers, I shall misquote Churchill.

Never in the field of human con-tricks was so much damage done to so many by a deluded few…

Boris Smirch-Swill

 

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Brexit - The Boris Delusion (a limerick from Scotland!)

 

Brexit - The Boris Delusion

We’re a hulled boat near rocks without anchor

Sailed by Boris whose touch is a canker

On a sea of confusion

We’re doomed by delusion

Because he is a useless wee wanker

 

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375. Brexit, Thundersnow & a Fish called Boris…

 A fish few Brits actually eat looks set to scupper a Brexit no one actually voted for.

Yes – bigly Boris is heading to Brussels to sort out Johnny foreigner and protect our sovereign right to protect the fishing of herring that, in fact, is largely shipped to Europe.

It is a fitting end to a lunatic debacle where xenophobia, bleating about sovereignty (in a period that saw our sovereign putting a protective ring around her paedo-loving son and the flight of the Royal family’s only black princess, driven out by hideous and blatant racism) and flag waving maxed out.

Jingoistic rhetoric – empty stale and hysterically loud, smashed and drowned out once and for all the already fractured certainties of our lives. It is just one of the reasons – you know the other one - 2020 has felt so tenuous; so like a living nightmare.

Even Leavers didn’t vote for this annihilation; death by dithering, disinterest and delusion. They were told by the screaming, spasming Brexit harridans that leaving our decades-matured, overwhelmingly important and stabilising trade relationship with our nearest neighbours would be easy. The silly flag wavers would get everything (no one was quite sure what that everything was) for giving nothing. Leavers chose to believe that in exchange for some thin rhetoric and ever popular foreigner bashing. The reality is bitching about herring in the dying (excuse the awful dark pun) days of 2020.

Reeling from a year that began with a pandemic ignored for far too long by Boris Johnson, busy as he was congratulating himself that Brexit was “done”, I thought this year had no more unnerving surprises. But last week I got another one.

Like many here in Edinburgh I was woken early on Dec 4^th with a sonic boom caused by Thundersnow. https://youtu.be/uUhaw1oECSs . Maybe it’s the year it’s been or I was tired or we’ve come to expect the apocalypse at any turn – but I did not hear the weird noise and think – oh – an unusual weather event. No. I thought jeez – a building is down or a plane has crashed. I lay still held my breath and waited for sirens. Nothing. Then there was more and I thought it sounded sort of like thunder but not like any thunder I’d ever heard. On learning about Thundersnow the following day, I was pleased to find that my cousin in Canada – where they get a lot more snow than I’ve ever seen – had not heard of it either.

Not understanding the very loud very eerie noise in the early hours of the morning was scary. I do not understand and never have – the loud eerie noises of Brexit either. The thing is Thundersnow turns out to be natural if rare phenomena. Brexit is also rare, like a two-headed goat born dead. Unlike Thundersnow, Brexit will not result in a pretty landscape to wake up to in the morning; it will stink like rotting herring…

 

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374. Why Sunak does not fear Britain’s economic suicide-by-Brexit.

 

In a solid article in The Guardian on Sunday, William Keegan, in his economics column asks

If Rishi Sunak fears for the deficit, why does he back Brexit? The Guardian

 

Sadly, supplying the answer is all too easy. Those who have been baying to unlink from the EU almost since our membership – and yes I know Sunak is too young for that but seems to have imbibed the notion with mother’s milk – have always seen the EU as a regulatory weight around their necks.

 

The British public has been trained by the anti-EU brigade to see all such regulations as inherently bad – in the same basket as all that “PC nonsense”. The reality is that it is bad for those who want to exploit others for profit and not for ordinary people. Doing the right thing has never been a negative for ordinary people.

 

The current crop of Brexit lunatics salivate for a de-regulated society Thatcher could only dream of. And it is worth remembering at this point in the UK’s history when this administration is all about obfuscation, positioning and trying to pre-load our future problems into the overstuffed excuses bin of covid – Brexit – deal or no deal is an economic disaster. Remember – even those clamouring for it did not deny it. It’s just that one of their many many lies was that it would be short-term.

 

Here in the UK we already live in an economy that has seen hard won worker’s rights and standards eroded dramatically. Despite the minimum wage, many workers now have much less job security working on zero hours contracts and for the on-a-shoestring subcontractors of subcontractors whose only goal is profit. Just last week the further horrors of ‘Sir’ Philip Green’s cavalier attitude to workers who make up the Arcadia group has again hit the headlines with MPs pathetically calling for the little shit (click here for  blog 185. ‘Does Sir Philip Green kick disabled orphan kittens in his spare time’) to cough up some of his personal wealth – from plundered pension funds – to be used – well – to fund the pensions of the workers he conned and exploited. Fat chance.

Unless you’ve lived under a rock for the past few decades and believe in Trickle Down Economics (the theory – in brief – that unfettered capitalism leads to economic prosperity with the subsequent economic benefits of increased wealth at the top ‘trickling down’ to the poor!!!) sane observers of global economics have long concluded that huge disparities in wealth have always been an indicator of instability and anathema to healthy ultimately prosperous societies.

 

Decent commentators – like Williamson – query why Brexit is such a wet dream for the wealthy when it will mean economic chaos for the country. But that is because too few still, in this day and age – will accept that economic ruin for the country does not mean economic ruin for the very wealthy. In fact economic ruin for a country whether through war or plague or fiscal collapse means the complete opposite for those at the top. During a depression economic life becomes a smorgasbord of opportunity for the wealthy to get even wealthier. With cheap credit and failed businesses and desperate workers and high unemployment it is literally ‘rich pickings’ by which I mean pickings for the rich. When countries are going economically own the pan, rich people get stinking rich. And if that seems unpalatable – read my last post about those who profiteered (are profiteering) from the covid crisis with the blessing and the cooperation of this very administration.

 

We need to understand that economic success or failure is not the same as prosperity or poverty for ordinary people. So, there is every reason to understand why, while Sunak can claim he worries about the deficit, he is stull gung-ho for Brexit. He and his Tory tribe are rich. Simple.

Sunak and his ilk do not fear the economic suicide of Brexit because vultures are never better off than during a famine…

 

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