It is clear that this Brexit deal was badly managed. But what else could you expect from a duplicitous leader, a puppet of corporate interests, not to mention the Rothschilds, who never wanted the UK to leave anyway?
The prime minister slow-walked Brexit and then came up with a deal that is of course worse than leaving.
Let’s assume, though, for the sake of argument that Theresa May has a good heart and negotiated in earnest. What would be clear is that she has never had a real job in her entire life, because if she’d had a real job, she would’ve understood that when a job becomes too unbearable the only solution is to take your chances by walking away. You just do it.
The fact that she didn’t have the guts to do that indicates that she’s a wimp. And what the UK doesn’t need is a wimp in charge. What the UK needs is someone with steel and nerve.
Was Churchill a wimp? Was Lord Nelson a wimp?
As many Brexiters (I reject the term Brexiteers; there is nothing Mickey Mouse about leaving a bad union) have already stated quite clearly: Leave means leave. You take your lumps. You pull out your big checkbook and start paying down on your obligations. You don’t stand there, with your hands outstretched, asking Mr. Bumble, “Please, Sir, may I have some more?”
“Whaaat,” screams, Mr. Tusk, er Bumble. “Moooooore!”
Well, you know the ditty that follows from the popular play. It goes on out about canisters down banisters which is where the UK will be relegated for daring to question the established order of things.
But, of course, stories can have happy endings. Oliver does break free of the workhouse, as can the UK break out of its indentured servitude.
But you don’t break out by breaking in or by getting a worse deal for yourself.
You have to leave first.
You have to roll the dice.
It requires courage, a commodity that is in short supply on Downing Street.