Good morning friends!
Dear editors have experienced a minor depressive disorder, procrastination, emotional burnout, early ups – Brexit will outlive even though writing, frankly, has become much boring.
Glory to the ancient Celtic gods who have come down from Fir Bolg and Tuat de Danann, almost a week has passed since we wrote about politics, so that it will be possible to start at a shock pace.
What happened? Teresa May flew to Brussels again, but did not convince the European leadership that she had at least some plan, political will and political majority.
As a result, Lady May perspicuously refused to answer reporters’ questions at the airport about whether she would resign if Brexit was delayed until July or later, snuck into the plane and was like that. (Of course it will not go away, are you?). From the tourist trip, May brought “flexions”, “flexible extensions” – Britain remains in the European Union until October 31 (jokes about Halloween! Light a candle in a pumpkin and dress up with Corbin or Tusk!), Can agree on a deal and get out earlier, but must participate in the elections to the European Parliament on May 23, pledges not to interfere with the work of European political structures and to behave decently.
The points:
– again: no future negotiations, the terms of the transaction remain January and March.
– as soon as Britain leaves the EU, all its seats in the Council of Europe and the European Parliament turn into a pumpkin.
– If the British break the elections to the European Parliament, they will immediately take off.
What to say? Well, it’s a disaster. I don’t know how in other countries, but in Britain there is a tradition to get a grasp of the election promises of candidates before being cut in their eyes and then compare them with fulfilled ones by letter. There is horror and moral terror, as Letov sang.
Promised calm, clean, tidy Brexit? Get horror without end. Promised stability as opposed to dispossession and chaos at Corbin? Get bouncing pound and ministerial waterfall spilling from the ruling party. Promised a deal in the best interests of the country? Get full control from the EU, complete – you have all the cards out of your hands and all you have to do is to ask for renewal or some concessions, to ask, not to agree.
Did they promise that everything would end by March? Get not a renewal until May – and until October.
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For a year and a half, the government tried to pretend that everything was under control — get him a desperate dash to Labor, and the party, which May and her supporters associated at best with the Apocalypse horsemen, and in the worst case, with a tax increase.
In essence, the British government has forced time trouble into the situation and is methodically lashing it with a dirty rag across the face. And there is no sovereignty to you – backstop ensures that you will have an open border in the north, and silencing your protestors has become the prime minister’s main task. You are beaten, and May holds you by the hands and convinces that there is no other way out.
(He really isn’t, but could it have been possible not to inflate a bubble of promises all three years?)
Even the DUP — which in 2017, in exchange for £ 1 billion, signed an agreement on assistance and mutual support with the Conservatives — sits back in the trenches and replies that it hurts them to look at the Prime Minister: any real cooperation has shrunk to the size of a fig leaf.
These damn elections to the European Parliament: a crazy thing, to elect deputies for three months, to collect for the sake of this election commission, people, to campaign.
The most beautiful thing about this is that, again, May and her government methodically, all the last year answered: no, in general there are no chances to participate in the European elections, zero, zero, nothing, we are for nothing, we never. If so, then without us. If so, they will not. It is useless, not necessary, etc. We promise, we guarantee, we swear by blood.
So here, get it, sign it – the headquarters of the conservative party are sending out lists of candidates for approval. They apologize for the fact that everything happened very quickly and there is almost no time for preparation.
As a result, everything that seemed almost impossible last year is happening now.
On the questions of the premiere behind her back, huge holes are gaping on the benches of her party – people do not come to listen and support their leader.
The scandalous decision to participate in the European elections caused the next, 87th internal riot in the Tory party: Marc François was so fucked up by what was happening that he wrote a separate letter Brady, the head of the “Committee 22” meeting, which leads all conservative elections and reelections: just can not dismiss her for another six months? and if informal? and if we exclude it? and if we just somehow say that we don’t like her?
In general, technically, of course, there is a chance that May will be able to pack and mail the finished Brexit until she is chopped with knives like Caesar salad. But there is little chance.
A delay until October 31 means one thing:
– the phantom of exit without a deal does not hang over your head, the laborers exhaled and began to wind their demands on the government.
– for all, the motivation for cooperation fell fatally, “there is still plenty of time.”
– Brexiters and May opposition inside the Conservatives fully believe that there is plenty of time and enough to throw off May and bring the Conservative Savior upstairs.
Waiting for the Conservative Savior, everything collapses and burns. Tory voters, as polls show, do not intend to participate in the elections to the damned European Parliament: so that it burns out, so that it is empty! The conservatives themselves formally participate in the elections, but with the enthusiasm of a man who is digging his own grave.
As a result, in May, we should expect a wild, deafening victory for Laborites and Libdems, with a 40 percent overweight – and a UKIP take-off, which will again scream that they have sold their Homeland and only good old nationalism and “chokes the hell!” will save the country (and the Parliament and May need to get shot up with a machinegun).
No one needs the Euros, but the tendency will be shown: this failure will also be hanged on May.
by Paul Char