The micks you said were the laughing stock. Britain the laughing stock now.
Delighted to give that #10. Even if it is stolen!
You’re a gent.
This is insane. There’s no other way to describe the deranged behaviour of the political class over Brexit.
Parliament resembles a Mad Hatter’s Tea Party. To further the Lewis Carroll analogy, we are living in a Looking Glass world where MPs have decided, like Humpty Dumpty, that words mean whatever they want them to mean.
Only a few days ago we were being told that Boris Johnson was staging a ‘coup’ — shutting down Parliament to prevent democratic debate.
His most severely unhinged critics were comparing him to Adolf Hitler, a surefire sign that someone has lost the plot completely.
Yet for the past 48 hours we have seen a packed House of Commons not only debating Brexit but voting to stop us leaving without a deal. So much for the Nazi Germany nonsense. MPs have taken back control of this country’s destiny not just from the Government but from the 17.4 million people who voted Leave.
Far from being a ‘dictator’ who has trashed ‘democracy’, Boris has even offered to hold a General Election on October 15, two weeks before we are due to depart. Despite having consistently demanded an election, Labour now say they don’t want one, largely because they think Jeremy Corbyn would lead them to inevitable defeat.
The latest dishonest excuse they’ve seized upon is stopping a ‘No Deal’ Brexit. The reality most of them refuse to admit is that they want to stop Brexit altogether.
They bleat about upholding parliamentary sovereignty. But only so they can surrender it to the EU. For the best part of the past five decades they have been content to sit back as the bulk of our laws and trading arrangements have been made by unelected foreign bureaucrats and judges.
Now they have voted to give Brussels the power to decide not just if we should be allowed to leave, but when and on what terms? So where’s the incentive for Michel Barnier and his team to make any concessions?
The self-styled ‘rebels’ say they want a deal. Boris wants a deal. We’d all like a deal. But they have deliberately stripped the Prime Minister of his only chance of securing one.
Labour and Conservative members were elected on a manifesto commitment to implement the result of the referendum. In the case of the Tories, they insisted no deal was better than a bad deal.
Yet 21 Tory MPs voted with the Opposition to defeat the Government this week, even though that could usher in a new government led by a Marxist throwback, propped up by Wee Burney’s tartan separatists, which would bankrupt Britain and destroy the Union.
And they have the audacity to claim risibly that they are defending democracy, a word which has been rendered meaningless by their own antics. In their warped Looking Glass world, something is only democratic if it coincides with what they want.
Boris Johnson became PM with the support of a clear majority of Conservative MPs and the votes of two-thirds of the party’s membership, after a proper contest.
Despite that, in his first parliamentary division, 21 of his own MPs — including former Cabinet members — chose to pull the rug from under him. Labour whines that Johnson is ‘unelected’, yet declines the chance to challenge him in a General Election.
I don’t remember them complaining that Gordon Brown was unelected when he succeeded Tony Blair unopposed.
The three-year, slow-motion Brexit car crash has been an unedifying period in our parliamentary history.
I thought we’d reached a new low in February when a bunch of pro-Remain MPs decided to form a new party, dedicated to demanding a second referendum.
To mark the occasion, they posed for selfies in the Commons alongside members of the SNP gurning and waving at the camera like soppy schoolkids.
Look at me, Mum!
Now selfies in the Chamber are par for the course. Even the Sir Les Patterson lookalike Edward Leigh, a veteran Tory grandee, was getting in on the snap-happy act this week.
An obscure Lib Dem peer called Newby posted a picture of himself arriving at the Lords with a duvet and shaving kit as he prepared to stop a No Deal Brexit.
Meanwhile, Conservative Chief Whip Mark Spencer released a photo of himself dressed up as a Peaky Blinder. Why?
Another Tory I’d never heard of, Phillip Lee, decided to put himself centre stage on Tuesday, theatrically deserting to the Lib Dem benches just as Boris was getting on to his hind legs. He, too, claimed to be striking a blow for democracy, even though he was elected as a Conservative and a majority of his constituents voted Leave.
Like the 11 MPs who set up Change UK, most of whom have now left to join the Lib Dems or set up something else, his belief in democracy doesn’t run to offering himself for re-election when he switches parties.
One of the most depressing aspects of all this is the fact that most MPs seem to be having a whale of time as Brexit burns.
With their self-promoting Twitter feeds and the connivance of the rolling news channels, they all seem to be living in their own movie these days.
College Green plays host daily to a procession of narcissism, giving uncritical platforms to preening political opportunists such as Chuka Umunna, against a constant backdrop of braying exhibitionists waving EU flags. The Palace of Westminster resembles a medieval castle under permanent siege. All that’s missing is a trebuchet, lobbing custard pies.
Whoever said that politics is showbiz for ugly people has been proved more right than they could ever have imagined in their wildest dreams.
And is there a more depressing phrase in the English language than: ‘Coming up after the news, we’ll be hearing from Lord Heseltine’?
The heart sank this week listening to the duplicitous Spread Fear Phil, a man with all the charm of a pox doctor’s clerk, revelling in his role as self-appointed Brexit wrecker-in-chief.
That picture in yesterday’s Mail of his partner-in-crime Mother Theresa — who never believed in Brexit and made such a pig’s ear of the negotiations — sharing a joke with uber-federast Ken Clarke really did say more than 1,000 words.
What on earth was Jacob Rees-Mogg doing slumped across the front bench like Lord Snooty after a long lunch? Hardly a good look for a self-proclaimed traditionalist, who prides himself on having impeccable manners, let alone the Leader of the House.
And at the centre of it all, that appalling pipsqueak Bercow, who has bent every rule in the book to subvert Brexit.
Despite delighting in slapping down MPs he considers uppity, Bercow himself launched into a rabid rant against Michael Gove in the Commons, even dragging Gove’s children into the argument.
Bercow looked just like the former Blue Peter presenter and arch-Remainer Konnie Huq, who threw the most bizarre berserker on Jeremy Vine’s TV show. You’ll have go a long way to find a better example of Brexit Derangement Syndrome anywhere. Check it out on the internet.
Do the political class have the remotest idea how any of this plays outside the Westminster bubble, beyond the television studios?
It’s not just the reputation of Parliament, Britain’s standing in the world as a beacon of democracy is being dragged through the mud. Three years and three months since a Tory government was given a clear instruction to get Britain out of the EU and all its works, it still hasn’t done it.
If they really wanted a deal, they could have voted for Mother Theresa’s dismal, defeatist withdrawal agreement. But they rejected it three times.
Now they’re planning yet another pointless postponement, even though they can’t agree on what they do want. Most normal people, regardless of how they voted in 2016, are sick to the back teeth of the squabbling, grandstanding and showboating.
It’s time for this grotesque circus to up sticks and get out of town for good.
We just want Brexit done, so that normal service can be resumed and we can all get on with our lives.
But MPs still haven’t got the message. Project Fear is still in full swing. Parliament is still playing games. The goal-posts have been moved yet again.
Maybe they hope that if they can keep on prolonging the agony, we’ll forget all about it.
For now, though, we no longer live in a functioning democracy. And the way things are going, there will never be an end to this madness.
Calm down Dominic.
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Some bang of seethe off that
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Your Irish mate.
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Being portrayed by benedict cumberbatch seems to have gone to Cumming’s baldy head.
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The EU is preventing him from cutting turf above between Whitegate and Woodford
I thought that article to be very fair and accurate
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Thats adorable. Did your grandson write it or what?
Christmas around the Johnsons will be fun this year. 
No, it is not. That piece is a load of histrionic bullshine. “We just want Brexit done”… This craic is akin to someone saying: ‘We just want jam without sugar.’ Brexit means, even if it happens on October 31, five to ten years of intense negotiation. Brexit is far more a process than an event.
If politics is showbiz for the plain, as yer man does not forget to note, Brexit is self righteousness for the stupid. These people do not even understand the entity to which they are so attached. Their fetish is for a pig in a poke. A big British boar.
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Dominic Johnson is actually destroying the tory party as we know it, its fascinating to watch
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good to have you back!
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