I know we’re all getting a tad tired of the Brexit debacle. Last week we covered what a complete dog’s breakfast it’s become for all concerned including and mainly the British people. But as they are the Mother Country and our closest ally we should at least feign a modicum of continued interest.
So, bear with me. It gets better.
We’re at the point where Tory Prime Minister Theresa May is about to be front and back stabbed by her own cabinet. Which is the most entertaining part of the process, because policy is boring. Skullduggery is fun.
Her cabinet, those who form the government with her in the lead, consists currently of just over twenty individuals. All of whom want her job. Eleven of them told the press over the weekend, despite her having them up to Chequers (the PM’s weekend country house retreat) to cajole/threaten them, that today they will give her an ultimatum: Leave office or we will push you out.
The problem is they can’t agree on who should replace her because they all want to. They’ve, or so it’s said, settled on two harmless possibilities as a temporary Brexit mess PM. One, David Lidington, is so unknown his own party has to Google him. This even though he is the de facto deputy PM, as May’s Minister for the Cabinet Office. He does seem rather bland. Looks to be as prepossessing as a hamster. But so did John Major, a dark horse candidate in a similar scenario over twenty years ago.
The other, Michael Gove, current Environmental Minister, is about as innocuous as a wonky King Cobra with a snappish attitude. He makes Iago look innocent. This is the guy who was the campaign manager for Boris Johnson in the last round of choosing a PM after David Cameron resigned over his Brexit defeat. Rather honorable move on the part of posh Dave, that.
At the last minute Gove sold out Johnson and put his own name up as a candidate. However, all were so shocked at his blatant betrayal that he was dropped like a live grenade. Though Gove has tried to be a good boy as of late, anyone with a working cerebellum knows who and what he is. Nevertheless in politics, there is always room at the top for the slimy and disloyal.
So, who will the new numero uno be, if anyone at all? Theresa, though roundly abhorred as a PM, does have this odd way of hanging on. Many others would have been gone months ago. If the plotters can come up with a viable plan and not slit their own throats by simultaneously selling each other out to the most politically reptilian bidder, we could have a palace coup and a different PM in two weeks or less. If not?
Then the monotonously inept show will go on. And on, and on…
