Post Brexit Brexit?

Will we have a Brexit at all?

Who knows?

Bonking Boris is currently touring France and Germany hoping Macron or Merkel will throw him a life line or at least a crumb of comfort.  Upon returning he didn’t actually achieve much - not in terms of concrete proposals.

Parliament are revolting. Corbin is flexing his very puny muscles. The Lib-Dems sense real opportunities. In a dark place where we hate to look, lies Nigel Farage.  Behind him lline Nicola Sturgeon and Arlene Foster. Canons to the right of him, canons to the left of him volley and thunder. Into the valley of death rides Boris.

Oddly, throughout it all Boris remains cheerfully optimistic.  Those around him, like Mchael Gove (supposedly in charge of Brexit preparations), James Cleverly (supposedly in charge of organising the Conservative party) and an odd assortment of others (including Home Secretary Priti Patel - (was there ever a more mis-aptly named politician?) mouth the Brexit platitudes.

Duckspeak.  May I suggest, dear reader, that you dig out your well-thumbed copy of Orwell’s 1984 and bone up on Duckspeak.  I suspect it will become more and more accurate in describing the reactions of our current crop of politicians the closer we get to the proverbial cliff-edge.

(I only left this piece for four days and, guess what?  It’s all gone belly-up - again.)

Boris has now decided to prorogue Parliament in an effort to stop MP’s from interfering with his plans.  This was probably in response to many of the opposition parties meeting just the other day to play how they can prevent the “no-deal” Brexit -  which is the central plank in his government. The Speaker is outraged. Jeremy Corbin is outraged. Boris is amiably suggesting this is just a plan to get more legislation through.  He fools no-one. He is scared S***less that MP’s will flex their collective muscles and insist that he does a Brexit deal with the EU. That, he knows, would be the end of his exit strategy and the end of his Premiership.  Unfortunately, so do the EU negotiators. Therefore they do nothing. They are certainly not going to ride to Boris’ rescue. The Queen has now become involved. Will she, should she, must she grant Boris the prorogation he asks for?  No-one knows for sure, but it is very likely she will have to do as her PM asks. Any way it is sliced it smells and smells rank.

What is to be done?  No-one actually knows.  There are as many plausible options as fleas on a dog’s back.  Perhaps in another four days I will be back with an addendum which will update the options and choices available.  Perhaps not.

Confusing, but interesting, times, though I expect the public (whose fault this mess really is) may be so annoyed as to echo Brenda from Bristol’s lament, of oh no not another election!  Difficult to see any other way out?  

Except for the large spanner thrown into the clashing gears by Nigel Farage’s Brexit party. If Boris manages to get a deal that isn’t a “no-deal”, they promise to fight every seat in a General Election.  In those circumstances it seems impossible for Boris to win.

Happy Days.