During a recent press conference, this is what the British PM, Theresa May said in a firm, Thatcheresque tone, “Brexit means Brexit”. It sounded something like Rene Descartes’s famous ‘cogito ergo sum’ (I think, therefore I am). Hard to argue with, though it doesn’t really get you anywhere.
Besides, Brexit is a made-up word which stands for an as yet undefined occurence. I mean she may as well have gotten up on the podium and said,”If you have no nose ta pick, pick your ass–le.”
May is deliberately vague when mentioning the nitty gritty of the severance. She doesn’t want to announce the terms, show her hand, before she goes into the negotiations with the EU. But in order to show her hand, she has ta have cards in them. And she also needs ta be in the room where the card game is going on.
But Theresa May is clever. You don’t get to sit at the highest echelons of Tory politics for two decades, without being crafty as hell. She has built her own human shield against a likely failure to successfully implement the Brexit – the three Brexiteers, Boris Johnson (a severely ADHD stricken dude) , Dave Davis (who once claimed $15000 as lawn mowing expenses) and International Trade Minister, Liam Fox (a self-acknowledged expenses-scandal sheet topper who for a while was a lobbyist for Sri Lanka, while still in his official capacity).
That the ultimate meltdown of Brexit is written all over this sorry trio, is a given. That is why they were chosen by May in the first place – to fail, so she can fire them and remain untouched.
Theresa May seems cold and steely, again, like Maggie Thatcher. Maybe Maggie’s ghost is in there inside a filing cabinet in Teresa May’s office, coaching her on how ta be like her. Brexit has made her highly unpopular among other EU leaders. They say that at the recent G20 summit she was made to stand at the back for the group photo, next to the Italian Prime Minister and he didn’t even try to fondle her butt.
No sooner was she in the running for the top Tory post, that May began being compared with Margaret Thatcher. The Atlantic reported a ‘hot-mic’ moment when the Tory politician, Ken Clarke, was overheard saying to his Tory colleague, Malcolm Rifkind, “ “Theresa’s a bloody difficult woman, but you and I worked for Margaret Thatcher…” and both dissolved into laughter.
May and Thatcher, are very similar, say many British commentators – shrewd, stubborn and resolute. Maybe that is what any woman has to be, in a man’s world. Remains to be seen how May successfully disentangles Britain from the EU, without massive repercussions (the least of which could be the secession of Scotland and Northern Ireland). This is where May is said to differ from Thatcher. Most commentators, including her many biographers, are unanimous that Margaret Thatcher would not have supported the Brexit.
The English really dig ghosts. Why, Shakespeare’s plays are full of ghosts. Macbeth panicked when he saw the ghost of his old compadre, Banquo, whom he had had murdered because he grew paranoid and thought Banquo wanted the throne for himself. Hamlet’s pal, Horatio, saw King Hamlet’s (Hamlet’s dad’s) ghost, which turns out to be a major character in the play. Richard the Third has 11 f–ckin’ ghosts in it. On the eve of the Battle of Bosworth Field, Richard is visited by the ghosts of his many murder victims – Prince Edward, King Henry VI, George (Duke of Clarence), Lord Grey, Sir Thomas Vaughan, Lord Hastings, Lady Anne, the Duke of Buckingham and assorted princes. Shakespeare’s ghosts were of course symbolic and allegorical, harbingers of doom in most cases.
But Julius Caesar’s ghost takes the cake. He appears in Brutus’s tent, just prior to the showdown with the Octavius-Mark Anthony axis, in the waning acts of the play. Theresa May, on seeing Maggie Thatcher’s ghost, might have similarly cried out…
MAY: I think it is the weakness of mine eyes, that shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me. Art thou any thing? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That makest my blood cold and my hair to stare? Speak to me what thou art.
THATCHER: Thy evil spirit, May.
MAY: Why comest thou?
THATCHER : To tell thee thou shalt see me at Brussels.
(Hey, give me any sichwashun and I can draw a parallel with Shakespeare in it, the way Hindus do with the Mahabharata)
At least now finally things are settling down, after the tumultuous Brexit referendum. A sign that British politics was back to normal came last week with another good old fashioned sex and sleaze scandal, as usual from an entirely unexpected quarter – Aden born MP and Chairman of the Home Affairs Committee, Keith Vaz, the son of Goan immigrant parents.
Under his sanctimony, Vaz is a lascivious ass–le whose greed has never known any bounds, his past riddled with misappropriation, middleman and bribery charges. But never anything sex-related though – until last week, when the British tabloid, Sunday Mirror, exposed Vaz caught red-handed, hiring and having sex with three male hookers and then paying for their cocaine. Theresa May is of course thrilled to bits – Vaz is a Labour MP.
Meanwhile, the EU has made it clear to Britain that if it leaves, it has got to go back into the back of the queue when it shows up to sign any new trade deals.
I have this strong mental picture of Theresa May, sitting in a waiting room, clasping a waiting queue ticket in her hand that reads 682 and the number being called on the speaker is 4.