‘I’m as honest as the day is long, the longer the daylight, the less I do wrong’ – Madness
In what is clearly an act of desperation, our Prime Middle Manager May has pleaded with the people to trust her to deliver Brexit.
Explicitly asking for people’s trust is usually a bad idea: for one thing if someone has to say they are really honest, men of their word, etc, etc, then generally one learns to count the spoons, especially if they have been around for a reasonable time, when their actions should be sufficient testimony to their character.
On that score, May has serious ‘previous’ when it comes to matters of integrity. A closed, untrusting personality herself, she nailed her colours firmly to the back of the sofa during the EU Referendum while better people fought it out, then stole the crown when she must have known that, as someone who did not believe in Brexit, she was ill-suited to deliver it.
Even leaving all that aside, trusting someone is not just a matter of integrity, but of competence, and here May’s track record is even more abysmal. There is little reason here to reprise her lamentable handling of Brexit to date, her lack of courage and vision, being thoroughly outmanoeuvred by her enemies at every turn. Even if she somehow wins the battle on the customs union, no one thinks that so risk-averse a character will be serious about going to WTO rules when the EU, determined to humiliate Britain with a terrible deal pour décourager les autres, really starts to turn up the heat.
Also notice how Messrs Clegg, Blair and many of the senior ultra-Remainers have been rather quiet recently? We can be very sure they haven’t fallen asleep on the job. Clegg has been spotted ‘on manoeuvres’ in Brussels recently: remember that the EU Parliament must ratify any agreement – what’s the betting the whole thing will be rejected at the last minute and an appalling deal presented? Take it or leave it? She’ll take it.
Finally, the only way to get around the impasse May finds herself in is to call a general election with the hope of winning a bigger majority. After last year’s debacle, the prospect is enough to turn any Tory MP’s hair snow-white. Can you imagine the bedraggled, demoralised, waning band of Tory activists willingly following her into battle against the massed phalanx of Momentum zealots, backed by the Remainer superclass and their serious money? A new election really is the only way out of this mess, but to enthuse the masses it clearly must be under a Tory leader possessing the fighting spirit of a Rottweiler, b***s the size of water melons and somewhat more charisma than your average lamp post.
To return to where this blog started, when someone has to say ‘Trust me’, it’s already past the time when you should.
Please go, Prime Minister, and go now.
