It is clear beyond any doubt (the only thing that is clear about Brexit) that the crazy dance mover of Downing Street is gambling on one significant factor to try and bring her cobbled together (kick big decisions further down the road to 2020, and leave the final stages of the betrayal of what’s left of the Scottish fishing fleet to a time when she needs their fishing grounds as a bargaining tool again) plan to fruition. Shes’s hoping that the public of the UK are scunnered with Brexit to the point of taking the boak every time the subject is mentioned , and just want the whole thing over, hang the consequences for the future.
The group of EU negotiators involved in protecting the common interests of the remaining 27 European Union members during the protracted act of economic and cultural suicide that the separatists of English nationalism have wrought are still bewilderedly scratching their heads, only now they are thinking ‘Is this it? Is this weak, watery, full of holes agreement, which leaves the UK definitely worse off than being members of the EU really what the British have been wailing and gnashing their teeth about for the last two and a half years? Was it really worth it? Are they so obsessed with creating a fence around themselves to stop freedom of movement that they are happy to cut their own nose off to spite their face?’
The famed orator, admired for her spontaneity, quick witted responses to hard questioning, and inspiring charisma, a politician able to seal a deal (she’s none of these), still perilously hanging on to the key of the Westminster executive washroom, is set for a whistle stop tour of the UK between now and the 11 December, the day her plan will be voted down in parliament, sending the whole circus ring into chaos again and sparking a guddle of Brexiteers (what is the collective term for Brexiteers? A Screaming Bonkers Pride of Brexiteers , or perhaps a Xenophobia of Brexiteers?) tickling each other under the chin whilst they decide which of them gets to sit in the high chair and play phone footsy with Donald.
No doubt an old scout hut or community hall stuck in the middle of a forest somewhere in Scotland will be visited over the next week or so by Theresa and a handpicked audience of Tory party associated nodders and clappers, locked in and surrounded by a security perimeter to ensure that only the BBC Scotland telly cameras get in to record her speech. It wouldn’t do to let real people in now would it. They might go off the script. With wee Ruthie off on parental leave it will be interesting to see if Scottish Tory branch deputy Jackson Carloan steps up as a replacement host, or shall we be treated to a glimpse of the man who is always perfectly clear about how perfectly clear he is that he’s made himself perfectly clear that he won’t resign, the Viceroy of Spineless himself?
Here’s one I’m sure she won’t be asked by roving reporters from Pacific Quay. Why is it Prime Minister that you are always prattling on about how precious the union is to you, and how you revel in our great ‘family of nations’ yet Scotland voted overwhelmingly to remain in the European Union, by a margin far greater than they voted to remain in the UK in 2014, and for two and a half years you have completely ignored the democratic will of the people of Scotland?
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