What an absolute, flip-flopping, infighting, total shitshow the last couple of weeks have been. At least this is semi-confirmation, until maybe the Prime Minister herself says something different and it turns out even her own spokesperson has it in for her, that we're definitely, maybe, going for the worst option as soon as possible.
This wouldn't be half as excruciating if I didn't have to watch this pack of morons use it as a platform to backstab each other and engender false hope. You know the irony of Game of Thrones, that it doesn't matter who wins the Iron Throne and at what cost because the white walkers are going to kill them all anyway? Yeah, that.
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I am genuinely struggling to put into words how angry I am. That the government can drop the baby on its head, then tease that it might not punt it down the stairs, then set a date for the stair-punting. That different government ministers give different assurances on different days until the prime minister sends word down from whatever fucking mountain she's climbing - as if having waited for every member of her cabinet to have given contradictory advice - that no, we're going for the worst option after all. If I weren't so sure of the government's absolute disarray, I'd accuse them of engineering each new story to drive the knife in deeper. It just seems to well timed. That I fear the day that the prime minister - who I would describe as malicious and incompetent - is overthrown by one of the members of her cabinet. That the only certainty of the future is the parade of bellends complaining about the media not highlighting the benefits of Brexit and focusing on trivial things like how the entire nation is now significantly poorer. Although, frankly, I expect all but the most prominent Brexiteers to distance themselves, so we'll end up in the middle of the ocean with everybody saying that
they weren't the ones who said to throw away the oars.
Shower of bastards.
