BREXIT IS GETTING HILARIOUS
No matter what British Prime Minister Theresa May has tried in the past two years, she wasn’t able to unify the MP’s in the Lower House behind any of the versions of her Brexit Plan. And no matter how much pressure her political opponents put on her, she wouldn’t quit either. If May doesn’t come up with some miracle solution, Britain is going to crash out of the European Union on April 12, crash meaning no deal whatsoever. The British public can do nothing but wait and, in the meantime, does what it usually does: bear it all with a stiff upper lip, protest, or make fun of it.
As usual British born John Oliver puts his finger on the sore spot in a humorous way two weeks ago (for Brexit watch up to 2:10):
However, some protesters have had it with their government thrown in absolute disarray and spending all of its time debating Brexit, and Brexit only. (New York Times) Of course, they did it with some humor too: they stripped nearly naked in the public gallery, proclaiming that climate change, not the stalemate over Britain’s withdrawal from the European Union, was the real emergency facing the country.
When PM May’s Brexit Plan was voted down for the third time (ABC news), opposition politicians declared the deal as good as dead. Labour Party legislator Ian Murray likened it to the dead parrot in a Monty Python comedy sketch.
“Her deal is no more,” he said. “It has ceased to exist. It is bereft of life. It rests in peace. It’s a deal that has been nailed to its perch. It’s an ex-parrot, it is an ex-deal.”
Even the iconic parliament buildings are straining under all this pressure. British Parliament is falling apart. No, literally (ABC News). For months, political pundits have questioned whether British Parliament is falling apart in the wake of months of Brexit chaos — and a leaky roof, it would seem, is doing little to quell those concerns.
The sheer lunacy of the Brexit process doesn’t escape the New York Times when it reports:
Politico reported the other day that the French European affairs minister, Nathalie Loiseau, had named her cat “Brexit.” Loiseau told the Journal du Dimanche that she chose the name because “he wakes me up every morning meowing to death because he wants to go out, and then when I open the door he stays in the middle, undecided, and then gives me evil looks when I put him out.”
If you can’t take a joke you shouldn’t have come to London right now, because there is political farce everywhere. In truth, though, it’s not very funny. It’s actually tragic. What we’re seeing is a country that’s determined to commit economic suicide but can’t even agree on how to kill itself. It is an epic failure of political leadership.
Well said, I’d say.
Cross-posted on Care2 HERE
