ManOfSussex
We wunt be druv
Right, so it is the start of another Brexit week and let's look at where we are.
Five people stand to be leader of our post-Brexit country. There is a glossy woman from a 1960 Persil advertisement who in 2013 was saying that leaving the EU would be a disaster, a Capt Mainwaring lookalike who has said he would be hopeless at the job, a gloomy Ulsterman who left the government after allowing a chum of his to wander round the MoD and making one of the most colossal over-claims in the expenses scandal, and two people who a fortnight ago were completely disagreeing with Brexit anyway.
There was another bloke, a fat philanderer with hair-tinting issues who didn’t really want to leave the EU at all but thought that leading a campaign to do just that would be a bit of a jape and do wonders for his CV. Unfortunately for him he won and in a moment of extreme ‘tiredness’ he said that leaving the EU wouldn’t change anything much and he was therefore stabbed by Capt Mainwaring.
This wholesome quintet will be whittled down to two by Tory MPs, most of whom don’t want to leave the EU either. One of the finalists will be a Brexit-lover, probably the lady financier with the sixties hairdo. There are questions about her tax arrangements but she has the support of UKIP and at least one big UKIP financier. She in turn has said she will involve UKIP in her negotiations with the EU. She or the stabber will win, because most members of the Conservative Party, although nearly dead, are great Brexit fans and they have the final choice.
So. 0.003% or something of our population will appoint the person to lead the country in the direction chosen in a referendum marked by lies, aggression and xenophobia. A strange sort of democracy.
Tory MPs, although they have an absolute right as members of a Sovereign Parliament to ignore the referendum – indeed, they have a constitutional obligation to do what they believe is right to protect the national interest - will collapse before the mob and go along with anything for an easy life – ironically, given that parliamentary sovereignty was one of the great totems of the Leave campaign.
The very least we deserve is a general election surely?
Liam Fox is a dour Scotsman rather than a gloomy Ulsterman.