We focus so much on what divides parliament’s warring Brexit factions, when almost all of them are united by the guiding principle of brinkmanship: “Eventually someone will stop acting like a shit, but it certainly won’t be me.” The past few days have been like watching the Cuban missile crisis re-enacted by the Teletubbies.
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If you’d like your satire mixed with exceptional insight into the true intentions of May, Corbyn et al, then Robert Shrimsley in the FT is your man. Here, he channels Boris:
“Now, when we look at the prime minister’s deal, many of us have rightly criticised this mouse of a Brexit, this craven, feeble sellout, this sham Brexit, this betrayal. But now I must tell you, my friends, that after great soul-searching I have concluded that it may yet be the right craven, feeble, sham Brexit. This deal is not, we know, the Brexit we wanted. But it is therefore a Brexit for which we cannot be blamed.”