If you can hear a distant thundering, it is not the weather, but the final nails being driven into the coffin that holds democracy.
Or, to be more accurate, the final remnants of the pseudo-democratic process we have held sacrosanct, clutched tightly to our frightened bosoms.
Although I should be well past being surprised by the blind self-interest, or unquestioning stupidity, of many of our elected representatives, in weak moments I do still hold out for a small indicator that they are in it for the greater good.
Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
Now, here’s the thing. Last year the UK exercised its democratic muscle – limp, jaded, suffering from fatigue – and voted to leave the European Union. Shortsighted, misled, misguided, but they did.
And part of the great promise that led to that decision was the return of power and authority to the UK parliament. No longer bending the knee to Brussels, the laws will be our laws, and our lives will be governed by those elected members of a parliament. You know, the ones who weren’t capable of deciding in or out of the EU on our behalf.
But I digress.
So, although there have been some squeals from the Remoaners along the way, Article 50 was voted on and activated. So things moved forward.
So, next we have the European Union Withdrawal Bill. Not to be confused with the Catholic Church’s latest contraceptive alternative, the intention is to transfer all EU laws onto the UK statute book, to allow for a seamless extraction from the European body.
So far, so good. After all, there are a whole raft of laws that have been supported, instigated, agreed with by our diligent representatives in the EU organs of government. So, bring them all back, and then decide which we want and which we don’t.
And that is where the condom springs a leak – one metaphorical step too fat I think!
Because, within the same Bill, was the ability for government ministers to make changes to those laws and statutes, without reference to, or agreement by, parliament. You know, technical adjustments. My arse!
Have you spotted the disconnect yet?
Well. let us consider who are holding those government ministerial posts at the moment. The same barefaced liars who conned a majority of us to vote Leave.
However, with a billion pound bribe to the DUP, and a few Labour MPs with their own twisted logic and gripes, the Bill was voted through the first stage.
Okay. Long way to go. Plenty of time to make changes at the Committee stage.
But hark, what claxon of doom do we hear, echoing across Parliament Square?
Those same self-serving, self-interested, self-satisfied fuckwits decided to give the government the majority votes on the public bill committees, the committees tasked with scrutinising the Bill.
Till now, the balance of power in the committees was supposed to mirror the makeup of the House of Commons, but no more.
And that, dear reader, is where the last vestige of democracy curls up its toes, falls of its perch, and becomes an ex-democracy.
And when democracy is gone, or even the shadow semblance of it that we were so used to, there is only one outcome.
A despotic regime, in a three-piece suit, with glasses, a double-barrelled surname, six children and a heart as cold as ice.
Or maybe, just maybe, a good healthy dose of anarchy.
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