BREXIT, THREE DAYS AND COUNTING

by Bob Walsh

As it stands as I write this the U. K. will be out of the E. U. in three days, with no real plan. Just gone. The E. U. has offered a further stall, until May 22, providing the U. K. can get it's political shit together. So far that ain't happening. Which means that, under the current rules, April 12 is the drop-dead date.

Tomorrow, April 10, there is suppose to be some last-ditch effort by the P. M., Theresa May, to get some sort of consensus deal out of the House of Commons which will give them the additional five weeks to figure out what the fuck they are going to do. Unfortunately the House of Commons is an even bigger cluster fuck than our Congress and right now they probably couldn't even agree that clean air and clean water are, generally speaking, good things.

Personally I kind of hope they just chop it off in three days and have done with it. I know that has the potential to be a HUGE problem at the border between Northern Ireland and the U. K., and I hope it does not turn out that way, but they have had almost three years since the vote. It's time to just fucking DO IT and deal with the consequences as they arise. (Easy for me to say, all I have to do is watch. I know that.) Its kind of like a tooth that is poisoning you. At some point you have to pull it no matter how much it might hurt.

(Much to my surprise, John Oliver didn't say shit about this on Sunday. He mostly talked about how evil mobile home parks are, and how rotten and disgusting Donald Trump is.)