True Blueshirts
The Tory party when in crisis reverts to its true nature, like a cornered animal. Suddenly we’re seeing meetings where it’s true blue, old school, Churchillian rhetoric is leaking out. This is what the Bruges, 1922 meeting rooms full of rows of identical grey heads have been thinking all this time. In amongst the liniment, hair oil and barley sugar, you can practically smell their yearning for the Empire, and the days when racism was still funny and you could pat your secretary’s bottom, when we fought against Hitler not because we didn’t like his politics, but because he was a lower class bully. We don’t hold with genocide, or murder, though, and we don’t really mind other races and other classes – so long as they know their place and do as they’re told. We Grand Wizards need to get some more of those Blue Shirt boys back out on the streets, letting people know what’s what, putting the frighteners up some of these noisy Cultural Marxist types and bloody Communists. Or was it Black Shirts…? We saved Europe before and we can do it again!
Suddenly, it’s terrifying that these people have been running our country for this long. Not that any of them actually expected Brexit to win the vote at the referendum. It was ridiculous that anyone would vote to leave the EU, after all, and I think that’s why the Leave campaign dared lie and embezzle so egregiously. If they lost, as they were bound to, who would care? No one ever expected to be here, and that’s why we’re in this bizarre position with parliament having to step in and say, “Look, you’re just embarrassing yourselves now. Stop it,” and take Brexit off the government.
They put the referendum vote in the hands of a public who were ill-informed and angry with the government, and then made them sweeping promises that literally were too good to be true. It’s no wonder David Cameron did a runner, really. It’s perhaps one of the few smart moves anyone’s made in this whole, awful, appalling shitstorm.
And now we’re left watching fascism-lite raise its delicately coiffured head, whilst parliament itself desperately tries to salvage something from the ruins of Brexit, if only MPs can put country ahead of party and person. Still, it’ll be exciting to watch, as trashfires often are.
