Tonight’s the night. Theresa May faces a no confidence motion in her leadership. The UK parliament faces the vote on the Brexit deal. The five years since David Cameron first promised the Brexit referendum come to a head tonight.
Westminster is imploding under the weight of imperialst bombast. Clowns to the left of her, Jokers to the right, Theresa May is stuck in a limbo not of her own making.
I thinks she has done a wonderful job with a terrible hand of cards. She leads a party split between Hard Line Brexiteers, disillusioned remainers and confused Euroskeptics. She is reliant on the Lunatic fringe that is the Democratic Unionist Party of Northern Ireland to prop up the Conservative majority in parliament.
Her opposition is lead by the very confusing Jeremy Corbyn who seems to stand against the interests of his core vote by supporting the Brexit. But he wants to undermine any realistic deal of a Brexit that is workable for the British Economy because in addition to supporting Brexit he has to oppose Theresa May.
May herself started from a position of “Remain”. Yet she is the only Tory who seems capable of delivering any sensible exit strategy.
To say that the entire omnishambles is like a scene out of the Office being led by David Brent would be an insult to David Brent. His managerial capabilities are head and shoulders above anything exhibited in Westmister in the last few years.
It is on days like this we should remember the great words of Winston Churchill:
We shall go on to the end.
We shall fight in Felixstowe, we shall fight in the seas and oceans,
we shall fight with growing confusion and growing strikes in the air,
we shall destroy our island, whatever the cost may be.
We shall fight each other on the beaches,
we shall fight each other on the stairs and landing,
we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills;
we shall fall asunder, and if, which I firmly believe may be the case,
this island or a large part of it were penniless and starving,
then the European Union beyond the seas, assisted and guarded by the British Fleet,
would carry in supplies and famine relief, and with all its power and might,
step forth to the rescue and the liberation of the old farts who voted to leave.