Never Play Chicken With The Village Idiot

Many moons ago on a drink fuelled cricket tour to Malta, one of the company came out with the pearl of wisdom which forms our title today.  It’s a miracle I can remember it!

Muttered sagely at strategic intervals, I like to think it conveys an attractive blend of worldliness, wisdom and humour.

The Brexit process is itself becoming a bit of a game of chicken, and the village idiot, unfortunately, in this case, is us; or rather Mrs May’s cabinet.

I rarely bother reading newspaper stories on the subject any more but just occasionally do just to keep vaguely abreast of what they are saying, however divorced that might be from reality.

Hence today’s story in the Mail in which we read that a certain Greg Clark (no, me neither) has incurred the wrath of the mis-named European Research Group (they don’t seem to have researched anything, except doubtless some agreeable watering holes around town) and is accused of inciting businesses who might be concerned about the consequences of the government’s abysmal handling of the situation, to make their fears known.

Given that the Government’s current course, if not changed, will lead to very substantial and wholly unnecessary damage to the economy and to the businesses concerned it seems to me he is acting quite reasonably.

It is beyond belief that people are still blathering on about Max Fac and Customs cooperation.  It has been obvious for months these are wholly spurious red herrings.

From where we are now the only sensible course of action is to apply to join EFTA/EEA for what should turn out to be the transition period.

The ignorant lunatics of the ERG and JRM wing of the tory party decry this as BRINO or a soft brexit, whereas in reality it is a perfectly sufficient Brexit which gets us moving in the right direction without bringing down the cataclysm of the original Project Fear upon us.

I suppose it is still possible that this is the result May is wobbling towards, much as I wobbled towards my hotel room after 8 pints of beer, 4 G&Ts and a bottle of wine at dinner in Malta.

But chicken is not a game without consequences.

The hangover after a no deal Brexit will require something stronger than an aspirin.

 

UPDATE 

This morning there is a similar story in the Telegraph, which would seem to have been written by Nick Timothy, architect of Mrs May’s disastrous election campaign, and serial idiot of the first water.

It looks as if the lunatic fringe is now panicking, desperately leaking and briefing their own version of project fear, presumably trying to head off any EEA-type solution.  Quite why they should want to is another question.

 

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