My country is fucked.

Brexit dunnit.

Cast us asunder from each other in a shit-storm of acrimony, bile and hyperbole. And more than a few lies, fictions and, what we can generalise as ‘Farage-isms’. We are a nation divided.

And yet still, nothing has actually happened. Because the shit-storm doth continue and the casualties mount up. And now its reached the Supreme Court. Who have to decide, legally and only legally, whether Boris suspending parliament is, well, legal. Whether, within our unwritten constitution, the Prime Minister is allowed to economise with the truth when asking the Her Maj to prorogue the House. Because she’s not allowed to say no. Unless she wants to. Which she only would if she felt Parliament was being denied its power for his political gain. Which it was. But he didn’t tell her that.

It’s all very complex at this point. The Supreme Court are not there to decide on Brexit. They stated that at the start. And yet… and yet… these judges, all eleven of them, an entire football team of judiciary’s finest, are just people. Ok, they’re clever people, quite brilliant in fact. But you can only view the world through your own head. And even judges, sworn to impartiality, will examine the facts presented through the prism of their own personal belief system. If I was a Supreme Court judge (surely its only a matter of time) I’d have Boris’s head on the Tower by Friday, throw Dominic Cummings in a gulag in Siberia and send Nigel Farage to Afghanistan on a little inflatable boat, jammed to sinking-point with English Defense League refugees. But I’m not a judge. Just a Superman.

Interestingly the Lib Dems, at their conference, have stated that ‘if’ they win the next election they would just abandon Brexit altogether. Revoke Article 50. Oh, that’s democratic. The ‘nation’ voted to leave but the Lib Dems know better. Why not just say; well, the Conservatives won the general election but we don’t like that so we’re going to disband government and do it ourselves? That’s as fair. Or as stupid.
Jeremy Corbyn remains on his fence.

I hope the splinters are sharp and long.

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx