So, the negotiations were bound to go well, weren’t they?
Well, weren’t they?
OK, maybe “well” is a bit of an exaggeration…
Happy taking back control everyone…
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Tag: David Davis
JUST A LITTLE LIGHT RELIEF …
You’ll remember the last time that old British sword of truth came out? Aye Jonathan Aitken ended up in the pokey.
As we shall shortly find out.
Yes, just step back. It’s probably kinder.
Those on retirement pensions better get used to living on £2000 a year then…
Jingle Bells.
Sounds like a plan.
The what of what? I mean, uhhhhh? If there was ever ANYTHING in the world that less resembled an iron lady, it’s this stuttering stumbling idiot. I’m wracking my brains to think of just one thing she’s got right. Ever!
OH DEAR, OH DEAR, OH DEAR…
SHOULD THIS BE A RESIGNATION MATTER?
I mean, just how much more of a joke can this government become before something happens?
Today Davis admits lying (which explains all the prevarication when he was told by the queen to produce copies of the analyses for the Commons). How can we believe anything he says now? Did he tell the Prime Minister he was lying about these analyses or absence thereof? If not how can he stay on as SoS for Brexit? If he did, how can she stay on as PM
Yesterday Theresa May made a fool of herself in Brussels by appearing to come to an agreement with Jean-Claude Junker over the Irish border situation, only to be stopped in her tracks by a phone call from an incandescent DUP leader, presumably warning her that she would bring the government down if it went ahead. Why wasn’t Foster, as a de facto coalition partner, kept informed of the steps her partner was taking, at least over a matter of significance to the Irish parties? What was May thinking keeping it secret? And how can we tolerate an effectively unelected person (Foster) undermining the government, in the middle of an international negotiation?
Added to all this Brexit clutterwhatsit, we shouldn’t forget that there is an ongoing investigation into the personal habits of the First Secretary of the Presidium (and others in the party) and the use of workplace computers for personal pleasure of erotic nature. (Sacking offences in many organisations.)
Add to that that several Tory MPs have, in a misguided attempt to save their friend, Mr Green, admitted (seemingly unaware of the security implications) that they allow their staff to know and use their personal logins. (Also a serious offence for which, in some organisations, you can be sacked.)
And all the time Tempus Fugit and that clock on the wall is getting closer to the point at which the wee bell will right and negotiations must stop so that individual governments and parliaments all over Europe can scrutinise the work of the Commission, and say Yae or Nae.
Isn’t it time that we got rid of the whole rotten bunch of incompetents? After all, what’s another two months taken out of negotiations now? We’re never going to get there on time anyway.
But then, what would replace them? Has anyone any idea what Labour’s position on Brexit would be? It changes by the day depending on who you ask.
Not that that’s exclusive to the Labour Party!!!
WHAT?
What do we pay David Davis?
Seriously, my granny’s cat could do a better job and for half the money.
Aye…well… Whatever we pay him it’s WAY too much.
A BIT CONFLICTED HERE
Understandable that a government minister would want to keep stuff quiet to spare his blushes, given that he was so confident that Brexit was going to be the best thing ever. However…
SOMETIMES MUNGUIN JUST SCRATCHES HIS HEAD AND WONDERS IF HE’S ONLY DREAMING
In the strange world of today, blessed as we are with a lying, delusional moron as president of the United States of America and a Britain ripping itself out of the European Union, the largest richest trading block in the world, and going who knows where, under the “direction” of a disparate bunch of idiots who seem to have no idea what they are doing… and in any case are all doing whatever it is differently, it has become increasingly difficult to take seriously any of the what now passes for news.
In fact, I read earlier today that Private Eye is no longer as funny as it once was. Presumably this is because it’s impossible to put a ‘funnier’ spin on the already hilariously ridiculous news.
Today, we heard that David Davis thinks that, while MPs will get the chance to debate the terms of Brexit deal (or one of the different kinds of no deal that he imagines to be possible), it might actually have to happen after the deed is done and dusted. By which time, of course, it will be impossible to make changes and any vote would be as much of a waste of time as the one which they had on Universal Credit. Bravo, David.
Then we find out that Harry Windsor has been on a charm offensive to Denmark. The government, being lumbered with Boris Johnson as Foreign Secretary, has decided to use the Windsors to do his job. Well, I suppose they have to do something for all that money.
Additionally, Willie and Kate and Charles and Cammy have been sent off at various times recently, to visit various parts of Europe. This is apparently designed to make the Europeans feel kindly disposed to the English or Brits or whatever. Note that H\rry arrived in a private jet, so heaven knows what the cost of this jolly is.
Still, it has to be better than sending grandpa!
I’ve just read too, that the only semi-sentient Defence Secretary SIR Hic Fallon has told the Defence Committee: “I have to repeat, sadly, to this committee that criticism of Saudi Arabia in this parliament is not helpful”.
Fallon claimed that criticism of Saudi Arabia in Parliament was the reason that a large order for Eurofighter Typhoon Jets to the barbaric kingdom was being held up.
Well, we’re bloody sorry. Who are we to be spoiling Britains chance to sell these people more weaponry to kill Yemen kids, or indeed to arm whatever other rebels they arm? (Ask Boris.) Stop being nasty about the royal Saudi thugs.
It will come as no surprise that the waste of space that inhabits the cabinet chair marked “Secretary of State against Scotland and for Making May’s Tea” was unable to tell us what new powers would be coming to Scotland… just as he was unable to explain why, as powers keep being given back to Scotland, it has been necessary for him to boost his staff from 5 to over 70.
His only function is to represent Scotland’s interests in London. He has now 15 times the staff numbers available to him to do this. And yet, having promised a raft of new powers, he is unable to name one of them. NOT ONE. What on earth use is he, or indeed is his Noble Friend the Under Secretary so recently and with indecent haste raised to the aristocracy when he lost an election? (You Jocks didn’t vote for him, but we’ll make him your overlord anyway! Sod this democracy lark!)
And all that is before I’ve even had a chance to find out what kind of tomfoolery the orange baboon has been up to today.
IF EVER THERE WAS A TIME THAT WE NEEDED PROPER LEADERSHIP IT IS NOW. AND WHAT HAVE WE GOT?
A “no deal” Brexit will mean less money for the struggling NHS and for cash-starved social care, the Chancellor has admitted.
But wait, what happened to the £350 million a week?
Philip Hammond is the first Cabinet minister to say it was “theoretically possible” that crashing out of the EU without an agreement would ground all flights.
And unless they come to agreements over Open Skies, that’s what will happen.
Mr Hammond appeared to be at odds with Mrs May when he noted that there was a prospect of terrorists targeting new infrastructure at or near the border – despite the Prime Minister ruling out a hard border. An Taosiseach Leo Varadkar said last month that solutions were unlikely to be found and insisted that it was down to the UK to resolve the issue, adding that Ireland would not help design a “border for the Brexiteers.”
Over 100 MPs have written to David Davis asking him to publish the impact assessments they say that the government has done, but refused to make public. Refusing to let us know how bad it would be is surely a dereliction of duty and impeding the work of parliament in scrutinising the work of the executive.
What a mess!
Looking at snippets of Prime Minister’s Questions today, I was thinking that, if ever there was a time to have a strong and stable prime minister with a bunch of dedicated, intelligent, hardworking, visionary ministers, it was now.
Then I listened to her stammering and spluttering her way through non-answers to the perfectly reasonable questions that Jeremy Corbyn was putting to her on the utter chaos surrounding their Universal Credit scheme, and I began to wonder if I was living in some sort of Grimms Fairy Tale.
Shortly afterwards I caught a bit of Liz Truss’s car crash interview with Andrew Neil, and then I knew that I was.
