...I think. Is it really over? Wot now? No idea. Wot’s this Brexit thingy all about now? I listened a while to Old Ma May taking questions in the House this morning and other than spotting a possible new entry for the Guinness Book of Records for the number of times she used the word{?} ‘err’, this simple fellow neither understood nor learned anything.
It seems the ‘withdrawal agreement’, rather than just containing the simple term bu-by, is five hundred pages of ‘in the event of’ stuff, backstops, full stops, dead stops and similar all of which it would seem means we might, just might leave sometime in the far future. But never forget the catch-all, ‘However...’
As for the nut jobs screeching for a ‘peoples’ vote, what’s that all about? Why are they never asked wot species voted in the original referendum? Did I get a ballot paper in error as I’m pretty sure I was a ‘people’ even back in 2016.
These politicians are acting exactly like us old folk, who, upon driving into a strange city for the first time, find themselves trapped in some weird city centre one way road system that seems impossible to escape from even though you can see, again, exactly where you want to be just over there on the right; right at the ‘No Right Turn’ sign.
As stated before, these civil serpents and politicians are so damn cleaver they can tell you the cubic capacity of a jar of pickles at a glance but, sadly, have absolutely no idea how to get the lid off.
Now wot? Prepare pitchfork? Prepare for Jerry Carbine and the Mad MaDumba to take over? Prepare escape luggage? If ever there was a time when UKIP and all those other ‘fringe’ parties should unite and start shouting loudly, this is it.
Quote; Woody Allen.
“We stand today at a crossroads: One path leads to despair and utter hopelessness. The other leads to total extinction. Let us hope we have the wisdom to make the right choice.”
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