by Laura Harrison McBride
(This is another analysis piece I wrote at the beginning our our long and ongoing national nightmare. Don't let the G20 stuff deter you; it's all still true if not top-of-mind, and from the 6th paragraph on, it's all completely relevant today. The final paragraph? I added that today, in despair and after realising the sad necessity that I will spend my last years of life in a nation I moved to because I thought it was a kind and decent nation, and sadly found out it is at least as infested with racists and other forms of low-life as the US I left ten years ago. I legally renounced my US citizenship, so cannot go back except as a refugee; now I wonder if my Irish citizenship will be sufficient after March 29 for me to live in the UK with my British husband.)
Theresa May apparently arrived at the G20 Summit with a "Kick Me" sign on her back, and the other kids followed that suggestion.
The response of the G20 nations to Brexit was predictable if one didn't have one's head firmly stuck up the dark hole created by the Parliament of Fools, Boris Johnson, Nigel Farage and Michael Gove.
May arrived at the summit unaware that she is the fall-girl, unaware that her endless loop of “Brexit means Brexit” was just something the “big kids” told her to say so they'll like her. And she fell for it.
They don't like her. If they liked her, they wouldn't have cleverly engineered it so that each of them, while professing to want desperately to be PM (well, two of them, with the third such a perennial also-ran that he's got Loser stenciled on his back) really knew they had screwed up and wanted to be as far from the fallout as possible.
BTW, has anyone seen Gove lately? Is he off reading proscribed US literature or something? And Boris Johnson...is he perhaps at the US Embassy FINALLY renouncing his US citizenship? Or maybe he means to join his twin, Trump, and eff up US politics even more. His US citizenship will be useful for that.
But I digress. Whether May is a patsy or not (she is), no one wants to invest in a pig in a poke, which is what the UK is at the moment. Down the road, if Brexit continues its tottering way toward perdition, I expect the UK will be sausage, ground up, filled out with all sorts of chaff and not really meat at all, and stuffed into the bowels of global midgets.
Virtually every G20 representative has a firmer grasp on reality than does Mrs. May, possibly more properly characterized now as DisMay. For if she isn't feeling at best irrelevant and at worst pitiable after being soundly kicked by her colleagues on the field of global commerce and politics, she's more brain dead than I thought.
What will her reaction be? Will she man up and return home saying, "People, we might need to rethink this. We might need to grovel a bit, take our lumps, and go back to the EU with an open mind and a willingness to actually cooperate in world peace and a vibrant European and global economy. We might need to disavow the lies of Nigel Farage and his fascist horde. We might need to roll up our sleeves and do what is right, not what salves the torn egos of people who hate others just because they ARE others. We might need to accept that things have changed since the end of Elizabeth I's reign....and we need to deal with it in real time, right now."
I have no illusions. DisMay is as delusional as rock-star wannabe Boris Johnson, as lacking in empathy as the very Hitlerian Nigel Faux-rage, as dimwitted as Michael "my family's fishing business failed because of the EU/Oh no, son, you lie" Gove. As cruel as Iain Dump 'em Smith, as heinous as old "you stab 'em, we slab 'em", Jeremy "Wreck the NHS" Hunt.
But maybe some kind soul will find a way to haul this PM back from the brink, to keep her from handing over the UK's wealth and good regard to its former friends and neighbours, who, not being morons, will be only too happy to feast on the economic goodies the UK gave up in favour of begging for the crumbs of global commerce.
|The Reeve whipping medieval serfs. This is what Mrs. May-Putin desire for us.|
Copyright Laura Harrison McBride