The Brexit betrayal, a new political landscape in Britain and meet ze monsta.

Posted by Pointman on April 27, 2019 · 32 Comments 

Everybody hates the phrase I told you so. If you say it, you feel like a smartass and if you’re on the receiving end of it you feel like a damn fool. By common consent, it’s usually abbreviated to an exchange of meaningful looks. Don’t say it. I wasn’t going to. About six months ago, I wrote an article called the Brexit betrayal because by then it was obvious what was happening. To anyone left who is still deluded enough to believe the political swamp in Westminster were ever going to allow Brexit to really happen, I’m giving you that look now.

There’s a German folk saying about broken promises that describes exactly what was happening. Ein Tag, einige Tag, bald – NIE! One day, some day, soon – NEVER!  The game being played by the Westminster swamp was to say of course the will of the people as expressed in the Brexit referendum would be respected, and then they promptly set about undermining that expressed will of the people. Perfidious Albion at work on its own people.

The ploy of we must obviously make some sort of exit deal with the EU before Brexit could happen was introduced. No such deal was required of course. Then it split into various sub-deals such as a soft Brexit, a hard Brexit and multiple subtle variations so complex that I’m reminded of Lord Palmerston’s remark about the Schleswig-Holstein question. It was so complicated that only three men in Europe had ever really grasped it fully. One was Prince Albert, who was dead, the second was some genius German professor who’d since gone quite insane and the third was his good self, but by now he’d quite forgotten the finer details of it.

This was with the full connivance of an unelected EU bureaucracy who’d play Mister Nasty setting impossible exit conditions and a plucky Theresa May would gamely shuttle back and forth between Westminster and Brussels playing the traitorous part of an honest broker while actually undermining Brexit. Everyone was supposed to be in awe of her sheer gutsy determination to finally bring home a great deal for Britain, which would actually be bolting Britain onto the EU forever. That was her personal political survival strategy. Career first, country second and fuck the will of the people.

They managed to drag it out for nearly three years in the sure and certain expectation that people would get sick and tired of the whole business, they’d make a phoney Brexit deal with the EU that’d effectively keep Britain in the EU and the great Peasants’ Revolt of 2016 would finally have been put down.

That they thought such a cunning plan had a snowflake’s chance in Hell of succeeding is a measure of how much the political class are only in touch with each other and totally out of touch with the people who elected them. Just a glance at the brute statistics of the referendum should have underscored how strong the popular sentiment was. Two million people who’d turned out for it hadn’t bothered to vote in the previous General Election. Over sixty percent of the supporters of both the Tory and Labour parties had voted for Brexit. If those numbers didn’t indicate a strong and determined will by the people to get the fuck out of the EU, I’m at a complete loss to know what else possibly could.

As the years passed, the plan didn’t work out. What actually happened was the traditional respect for Parliament that most voters had, grew into a fundamental contempt of it and the pack of bastards elected to sit in it, and that opinion straddled both sides of the usual left-right political divide. As somebody who’s kept an eye on politics for most of my life, I can safely say I’ve never seen anything the like of it. The general feeling was that the people had been screwed by the political elite, democracy was broken and what was the bloody point in voting if it was going to be ignored anyway?

What grew in parallel with that contempt was a palpable anger, shared even by many who’d voted remain, at how brutally parliamentary democracy was being traduced. At the same time, all the organs of the fake news machine like the government mouthpiece BBC pushed the line that all proper thinking people were of course in favour of staying in. The referendum was a fluke by a small cabal of 18 million little Englanders and old fogies hankering back to a bygone era that’d never existed in the first place.

We’ve had the long parliament, the short parliament and the hung parliament, but for the last few months, we’ve had the joke parliament, and there was nothing that could be done about it. Certainly, most lifelong conservative voters resolved never to vote Tory again and as the only other choice was the Labour party under Jeremy Corbyn, which has been thoroughly suborned by deranged Marxists, they weren’t an option either. Lifelong Labour supporters would never touch their old party again and the Tories under May were an even more dire choice, even without the traditional tribal animosity.

Previously hard-core supporters of the two main parties were now orphans without a home. Since there was no other party of any significance other than the main two, all that was left for anybody at the next general election to do was going to be abstention. Don’t even bother voting.

The political establishment slowly realised the self-constructed bear trap they’d stepped on. They’d seriously alienated a huge portion of their traditional electoral base. At the next general election, sitting MPs in safe seats would see their majority drastically slimmed down and those in marginal seats would almost certainly get the boot because their previously reliable core party voter simply wouldn’t turn out for them.

So, the new game in town became delay that general election for as long as possible and fuck the effect that would have on both the country and the standing of Parliament. Nobody of whatever political stripe could allow a no confidence vote on May because that’d automatically trigger the general election they were all by now desperately bending over backwards to avoid, and that’s exactly what’s been happening for the last three months. Have no illusions about how venal and petty the Westminster swamp actually is. We’re not talking high ideals here, merely keeping the gravy train firmly on the rails for as long as humanly possible.

They were now in what engineers call a negative feedback loop, which is a technical way of describing a type of bad situation which if left to its own devices, will get progressively worse until finally it tears itself apart. The longer they avoided the dreaded general election, the more they became despised and the harder the electorate were eventually going to come down on them. There were a few great white hopes like Boris Johnson and Jacob Rees-Mogg floating around who might possibly break British mainstream politics out of its downward spiral, but quite frankly in terms of real effect, they’ve all turned out to be more great white elephants than hopes.

What mainstream politics in Britain is now totally focused on is trying to survive the anger caused by the Brexit betrayal, but as usual with the modern crop of politicians, they’re missing the bigger and more serious problem they have on their hands, or perhaps they just don’t want to see it. The western world in general is moving to the right and will no longer tolerate phony left or phony right-wing parties that are nearly indistinguishable from each other. Around the world, the left-wing parties are lurching into outright socialism and obscurity, while the traditional right-wing parties are being decimated by new parties reflecting the resurgence of a forbidden nationalism.

What has actually broken the stalemate was the reappearance on the political stage of that enfant terrible of British politics – Nigel Farage. If you’ve never heard of him, he’s a successful businessmen who went into politics, kicked a marginal party called the United Kingdom Independent Party (UKIP) into good enough shape to force a Brexit referendum and once the referendum had been held and won, he resigned the leadership to get back to leading a normal life, thinking the job had been done. In his absence from the field of battle, UKIP reverted back to being the mutants on table 9 handbagging each other and the Westminster swamp started filleting Brexit.

Like another successful businessman who entered politics, he cut straight through to the heart of the problem and appears to have given the angry political orphans a new home. He announced he was starting a new party called the Brexit party. In less than a week after its founding, a YouGov poll came up with a frankly astonishing result after posing the question which political party the voter preferred. In third place was the Tories on 14%, in second Labour on 20% but in front on 27% was the Brexit party. Astounding.

Plainly, a new variable has been added to the boring old two party system that’s been in place since early on in the previous century in Britain. History would indicate that a new third third party would struggle until it was reabsorbed back into the crotch of the mainstream body politic. If it is to survive and grow, it can only be at the expense of one of the current two big parties, but which one is vulnerable? Leaving aside UKIP, whose voter base he raped and pillaged exactly one minute and fourteen seconds after he announced the new party and looked at realistically, either or both of the somnambulists appear to be on Farage’s carte du jour.

Labour are simply unelectable, since they managed to saddle themselves with what looks like a leader for life and one who while sending the chic left Guardian readers of North London into hand manufactured orgasms, is not going down well – joke intended – on a national level. Around him is a valued brains trust of people like Diane Abbot who thinks that vague itch in her back passage isn’t what she thinks it might be, other than a souvenir of the traditional young Marxists vs old black slags doo she went to the other night.

It’s indicative of how far it’s strayed from its traditional working class stock when the best it could muster in the last general election was to have as a poster boy a cross-dressing comedian in free fall career failure turning out for them in the full makeup, twin sets, dress, black stockings and stilettos. I thought the latter being shocking red was a touch too slutty, but a man’s taste in high heels is probably a touch suspect from the very start.

Obviously, that went down as well as one would expect with what’s left of the steeplejacks and scaffold monkeys of the country’s industrial heartlands. Add in what seems to be an almost systemic antisemitism problem, the usual woke white liberal’s utter disdain of white people, especially if they’re of any sort of Christian background, and you’ve got the 21st century Labour party. Rich pickings there for Farage’s new party, you might ask. For God’s sake, which bit of the woods don’t the bears shit in?

The Tory party have managed to magnificently mismanage themselves into a disaster of almost epic proportions. I’m used to Labour shooting themselves in the head via their foot, but the Tories traditionally tended to have much keener survival instincts, but obviously not the latest crop of them. Everybody out in the shires has shuddered at the sight of Theresa May on her knees for the last two years chewing on Jean-Claude Juncker’s meager Frankfurter peeping out from his EU-approved bureaucratic codpiece.

Nominally, it’s French cock she’s sucking on, but everybody knows it’s the Germans playing hardball for their own amusement. For God’s sake woman, get up off your knees, and stop it, you’re getting nowhere and anyway, they’re just laughing at you – the whole bloody nation feels totally humiliated by your grovelling before a bunch of jumped up French drapery clerks tasked to deal with you by a malevolent little East German midget, and we will definitely not be discussing your bad technique.

Are there enough disaffected votes in that party Farage can’t hoover up? Shitting room in the woods is now becoming a precious commodity, with the futures market betting heavily on the long side. As always, money talks and bullshit walks. So which party, if one has to go, will be the one who goes gentle into that good night?

Not Labour, I think. Once Farage has stripped away their remaining traditional left of centre voters, nothing will be left except the Marxists busily getting the remaining moderate MPs deselected before the next election. Their idea of actively reshaping the Labour party into the New Model Army of socialism will make them unelectable by the centre ground of the electorate. There is a very real danger of it splitting into two parties if the traditional left get so fed up of the student politics, they just decide to pick up their football and march off the pitch.

The Tories look a much better bet to be going extinct. The damage the Theresa May premiership has done to it is simply colossal. For any political party, policies come in or out of vogue, but what always abides is a core set of beliefs that define it, or at least the bulk of its members are committed to. With unerring aim, May has managed to disrespect or undermine the complete set of Tory values. An abysmal failure to show even an iota of leadership steel. Shameless grovelling to Johnny Foreigner instead of telling him to piss off. A pervasive dismissal of that 92% minority in the country who’re white and of some Christian background. Pandering to violent minorities whose highest ambition seems to be a wish to see St. Paul’s cathedral go up in flames. The list goes on and on.

The party won’t disappear overnight, but it’ll lose the bulk of people within it who cling to those values to Farage’s new party. His timing couldn’t be better. Cash in on the Brexit betrayal rage while at the same taking hold of the new wave of nationalism sweeping across Europe. People are sick and tired of globalism, the EU and invasions of feckless barbarians with their attendant rape culture. All he’ll need to campaign on is a battle cry of enough is enough.

The next general election will be fought on the Brexit betrayal of the people by the swamp in Westminster and I’ve no doubt given the wave of popular anger and resentment, the Brexit party will do very well, and it will be at the expense of the two old traditional parties.

And if it does, here’s the kicker. Get ready to meet ze monsta – a Prime Minister of the UK called Nigel Farage.

©Pointman

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