I can’t help wondering, as the finishing touches are put to numerous stuffed Guys and mountainous bonfires around the Country, whether a latter-day Fawkes is at this very moment assembling his crew of ne’er-do-wells, ready to drag innumerable barrels of gunpowder into the vaults of the Palace of Westminster, to put a dramatic end to one of the worst episodes in British parliamentary history?
The perpetrators would no doubt rapidly discover that the River Thames is more than just a giant reservoir for the firemen’s hoses, as they are ferried to Traitor’s Gate and thence to Tower Hill where the axeman would be ready and willing to separate heads from bodies in the time-honoured fashion for those guilty of high treason. However, how many Robin Hoods might there be around the country, ready to ride to the rescue of the men and/or women who had shown the courage to do what I suspect an awful lot of the Great British law-abiding public would love to do themselves? Commentators tend to talk about the “Westminster Village”. Perhaps the upcoming General Election will give The Villagers a chance to leave their cosseted green benches (if a bench can be cosseted?) and venture forth into the real world where for the most part I fear our elected representatives are now held in even lower regard than journalists and estate agents.
Maybe I am a bear of little brain, but I fail to see how an election is going to resolve the impasse? A not insignificant number of Labour supporters yearn for independence from Europe, but can they really vote for Boris the Bountiful? Possibly an even larger faction of Conservatives hope passionately that Brexit will end up on the compost heap of rubbish ideas, but surely, surely they couldn’t put their thumbprints alongside Corbyn’s name? With the failed/successful Conspirators hanging from London Bridge, we are seemingly destined for a hung parliament, with many shades of political loyalty occupying the green benches in almost equal numbers. What then? Aha, a eureka moment….let’s have a People’s Vote to break the deadlock! And (I know that’s poor grammar…but…) so the Magic Roundabout spins ever faster, with no sign of Dougal, Ermintrude, Brian or Dylan to rescue us from the madness. “Time for bed” said Zebedee.
Is it possible we might wake up one morning and find it’s all been a bad dream? In yer dreams!
I was always taught that it’s very negative to criticise others without having a Masterplan to put forward as an alternative. My plan is very simple. Disband The EU then there wouldn’t be anything to leave! Return to a Common Market, leave the Germans to run Germany, the Italians to self-destruct without any interference, the Spanish to start another Inquisition and the French to be, well, French. Thousands of grossly overpaid bureaucrats would have to swallow an enormous dose of reality, the NHS wouldn’t have to pay Trump prices for narcotics and we’d all live happily ever after. (Especially if the revolting Scots get their way and vote for independence!) …….OK, I don’t really mean that…..
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