Never Has a Nation So Willingly Been Walked off a Cliff
With the true conviction of a vicar’s daughter, Theresa May triggered Article 50 and marched Britain off a cliff named Brexit. No bands played, the Queen did not attend, no cannons fired a salute and no one knows what the hell will happen, but the deed is done.
A pitifully feeble Parliament gazed at its hands in its lap and allowed a fatally flawed referendum to change the course of British history. Without so much as a whimper, they nit-picked the choice of their Prime Minister’s leather trousers as Great Britain became less great on their watch.
The Queen said naught and I understand the constitutional reluctance of the monarchy to enter the political arena, but why have a monarchy at all if it chooses not to speak out when national policy is in such existential turmoil? And what might this unilateral decision by the vicar’s daughter cost the nation?
To begin with, it might well cost the loss of both Scotland and Northern Ireland, one of which might be a great loss and the other somewh…