BREXIT

AND ITS MEANING INTER ALIA

A SNIPPET

 

WHAT DOES ‘BREXIT’ MEAN?

BREXIT ? = British Exit [from the EU]

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BREXIT ? =bellicose remainers encouraging xenophobia [in and out groups] implicitly treacherous

- OR –

Simplified, but temporarily supplanting the proverbial word of Money = Remainers are the Root of ALL EVIL,  but of course,  by and large,  they have the money, loads and loads of it!

I suggest that option two above is the true answer,  manifestly by the undemocratic parties of Labour, Liberal Democrats, Green, SNP, Plaid Cymru, several Northern Ireland parties without seats in Westminster, several independents, Change UK, the Speaker* George Soros, ex Prime Ministers, and the Euro-Peon parliament, whether in the Commons or in the “other place”, plus seemingly those not so eminent Tory MP’s who were summarily dismissed for cheating on their electors and for gross disloyalty, now said to be on the verge of joining the phalanx of the undemocratic rabble mentioned above.  Each and every one of this group chooses, more and more to ridicule the referendum result of 2016, the instigator [now a little seen] ex Tory PM who was responsible for causing the Brexit Vote of 2016, and who now has the sheer audacity, and foul abhorrence to blame his party for the resultant mayhem when the blame lies firmly and shamefully with all REMAINERS no matter their party or political persuasion: his book reveals that he was a druggist and thoroughly unsuited to be a political leader, and us, those who won the day and are now seen as ‘street scum’, even totally unfit to be enfranchised with a vote, considered to be a mass of irritable uneducated trouble makers ! If we are that, as claimed, where does that place “them”, REMAINER PARASITES to an MP, with three years each @ £80K GBP [for their benefit in case they haven’t got a calculator to hand =  an eye watering £240K GBP [a tad short of a quarter of a million pounds – think about it]  plus more expenses per year than most of us can earn net in wages over two years, and we STILL  await an outcome of our vote to LEAVE?  Collectively they have achieved the square root of f*** all.  Are these people backward or just plain idle, or do they now recognise that the leave vote was an appreciably larger vote than a remain vote, the vote taken by the majority of the members at Westminster, [and now are ashamed and embarrassed to have missed that point back in 2016], and that is what normal British people call a win? Little wonder then that Westminster as a whole cannot stomach the thought of losing?  Can we deduce one more thing therefore, that they are not normal, but in fact sub-normal, although we might also note abnormal! There are no qualifications to become an MP [and doesn’t it show in spades]? There are some one can respect for their learning, but the rank and file, especially where Labour MP’s are concerned, not a chance in hell! Certainly, none can be respected for their social standing, some ostentatiously and vulgarly displayed. Some are vile and repugnant and here I have in mind the Labour back bench MP Oliver Leftwing a veritable traitor to what we expect from our politicians. Some are to be pitied for clearly they have deformities like not being able to see, listen to and take note of what the people at large want.  However, some, albeit a small number, will have served their country and I exempt them from my caustic comments and instead extend my hand, offering a  fraternal greeting to them. Nonetheless, being a part of the Westminster rabble renders them hapless to most voters, which is a gross insult to their service, and a great pity.

* Taken from The Times RED BOX for 10th September 2019 - the article sums up Bercow [the Speaker in the lower House] often referred to as BERK OW. At long last the carbuncle is about to be lanced!

"………….there were glowing reviews and treacly tributes: and that was just John Bercow talking about himself.

So he is off. Soon. Ish. Bercow announced that he will resign on October 31, which means we will be able to stop talking about one tedious B-word that day even if Brexit hasn't happened.

He delivered this news with the humility, brevity and self-awareness you would expect. And MPs, who have spent the past fortnight complaining that they don't have enough time to debate Brexit, spent an hour and a half ladling on platitudes.
I noticed several of the most gushing gushers were people I know for a fact to consider Bercow a sanctimonious pain in the arse but for some reason chose not to mention this.

Strangely no one thought to mention the strenuously denied bullying allegations or the official report into parliament's bullying culture which called for him to be removed or his enthusiasm for Wimbledon freebies or his removal of precedent to further his own cause.

At the end of his 500-word speech about himself, Labour and other opposition parties rose as one for a standing ovation, which oddly the Speaker allowed and did not point out was against the rules. Only a handful of Conservatives, including Theresa May's former deputy David Lidington, joined them. But then, he has just got a knighthood [from Mrs May's resignation list] so he was probably giddy.

I have written before about how, infuriatingly, as Speaker he has not been all bad. But he is 20 per cent backbenchers' champion, 20 per cent scourge of the executive and 30 per cent insufferable little tit. I know that doesn't add up to a full 100 per cent but he is not a tall man.

He arrived on the back of the expenses scandal, which forced out his predecessor Michael Martin, with a brief to calm things down and restore parliament's place in the nation. Much of what he has done, on topical questions, urgent questions and outreach is commendable,
but all too often he has sought to commend himself."

PERSONALLY, Berk Ow always reminded me of Mussolini, arrogant, megalomaniac, egotistical and he, like the defunct country he led, never ever got anything done that was worthwhile, unless through a corrupted force of presence, ergo his penchant for supporting one group [in this case Hitler] whilst ignoring all others including his so called Axis colleagues! 

Whilst I have the stage, I recently received a magazine for September 2019, published by the NFOP -  National Federation of Occupational Pensioners (NFOP)

This sickening article concerns  unelected Peers and will not put the “other place” in good light for most of us. Add to this bill, as you progress through the story, the sheer cost of the bill for the Commons with 650 dithering inept MP’s each drawing £80K GBP plus unimaginable and unreasonable expenses. Talk about the ‘gravy train’  - how they get away with their sheer audacious gall, is unsettling for most I would reckon.  This is the magazine’s page 15

And for those of you who disagree with my summing up of this truly unbelievable situation being enacted in the  Westminster Palace toilet block [a euphemism for a more proverbial lavatorial expression], may I refer you to the response  made to those who threw their toys out of their prams when that irascible commentator on all things cricket, the now, although as I write awaiting to be dubbed by a Royal sword, Sir Geoffrey Boycott KBE. For those who missed his less than eloquent rebuttal to criticism, it was "I couldn't give a toss" and I don't think that the word 'toss' in this case, meant the toss of a red round missile he regularly bravely faced from combative bowlers!

John and Sally Bercow: Trouble and strife was never far away

October 31 2019, 12:01am, The Times

Sally Bercow always played by her own rules

Sally Bercow always played by her own rules!

 

The Speaker of the Commons is expected to be impartial but questions over whether that duty reasonably extended to his wife overshadowed John Bercow’s early years in the chair.

Sally Bercow, 49, refused to accept the mould of a traditional consort, seeking unsuccessfully to become a Labour councillor in Westminster in 2010, the year after her husband was elected Speaker.

Mr Bercow defended her, saying: “My wife isn’t my chattel, she’s my wife. She is a private citizen who has her own views and is an independent person. And it has long been known that my wife is a supporter of the Labour Party, so I don’t think there’s anything odd, embarrassing and certainly there’s nothing underhand about it.”

In fact it was his wife’s appetite for publicity that initially proved more embarrassing for Mr Bercow, most notoriously when she posed naked save for a bedsheet for a photoshoot, likening herself to Carla Bruni, the ex-model who married Nicolas Sarkozy, the former French president. “Politics can be sexy because power is an aphrodisiac,” she told the Evening Standard in 2011. “Since John became Speaker the number of women who hit on him has gone up dramatically.”

Later that year she became a contestant on Celebrity Big Brother against the advice of her husband, saying she wanted to “stick two fingers up to the establishment”. Mrs Bercow was the first to be evicted, but raised £100,000 for an autism charity. The Bercows’ eldest child, of three, has the condition.

The following year she lost a libel case brought by the Tory peer Lord McAlpine of West Green after she falsely identified him on Twitter as the subject of a BBC Newsnight claim that wrongly linked a “leading Conservative politician” to child sex abuse.

She came to hate living in the “goldfish bowl” of parliament. During marital problems in 2015 she told reporters how lonely it was and how her children could not live a “normal life” amid “all these portraits of f***ing politicians from the 18th century”. Her political views once again became an issue this year when Conservative MPs protested after a “bollocks to Brexit” sticker was spotted on the Speaker’s car. “That sticker on the subject of Brexit happens to be affixed to or in the windscreen of my wife’s car,” Mr Bercow told MPs. “She is entitled to her views: that sticker is not mine — and that’s the end of it.”

Globetrotting Speaker racks up £250,000 bill for jaunts
John Bercow is used to having the best seat in the House. That principle can also be applied to his overseas jaunts and trips to major sporting events (writes Esther Webber.) His travels around the world have cost the taxpayer £250,000 over the past ten years, according to analysis by The Times.

Most of his £173,000 flight bill was for premium or business-class flights, which cost more than £120,000. In addition, he spent £29,000 on cars, £24,000 on hotels and £15,000 on taxis.

One trip to Burma and New Zealand with three staff and three MPs in July 2013 cost £33,000 for business-class flights plus nearly £8,000 for hotels. He has also pocketed £157,000 in gifts and political donations since 2009.

A big tennis fan, he will often congratulate Roger Federer from the chair. He has received £23,000 of freebies courtesy of the All England Lawn Tennis Club and has been given seats to the royal box at Wimbledon six times.

His office maintains that Mr Bercow is representing the British parliament on visits to other speakers and legislatures. A spokesman said: “He receives far more invitations than his parliamentary duties allow him to accommodate. Mr Speaker always puts his duties to the House of Commons first and the vast majority of visits are undertaken during recess periods and in his own personal time.”

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Quentin Letts on John Bercow: He quickened the pulse like the whine of a dentist’s drill

 

John Bercow did not just sit in the Commons chair. He throbbed in it, scowling, plotting, pulsating. When this complex, mercurial little man was on his throne, MPs could never relax. Bercow was a cat with a twisting tail. At any moment he could lash out and claw the unsuspecting bystander.

He was as temperamental as a top chef, a parliamentary Gordon Ramsay but, blessedly, without easy access to knives.

The Commons was riding low when Bercow became Speaker. For more than a decade New Labour’s big majorities rendered parliament toothless. The expenses scandal ripped through Westminster. Bercow’s predecessor, Michael Martin, added to this sense of drift. Some MPs were so disturbed by Martin’s doziness they schemed against him. One was John Bercow. I remember him whispering down the telephone, urging me to mock Martin. It was therefore a surprise when he rose to his hind legs on June 17, 2009, to join tributes to the departing Speaker. He varnished Martin with treacle and deplored the “relentless snobbery” of Martin’s press critics.

His dishonesty was designed to win votes from Labour MPs. They duly made him Speaker. Bercow, whose shadow-ministerial career was going nowhere, had assiduously detoxified his brand. The one-time poisonous right-winger of the Monday Club became a gaseous enthusiast for political correctitude. Multicultural diversity suddenly had no greater an adherent than the Hon Member for Buckingham, which was such a safe Tory seat that he did not need worry about local disgruntlement. Bercow was the epitome of personal political ambition pursued without a fig for the voters.

The one electorate that concerned him was the 650 MPs. Once in the chair, Bercow rewarded the Labour MPs whose votes had created him. He developed a coterie of fawning favourites and the opposition whips kept him close. Conservative frontbenchers found themselves sarcastically interrupted. The Cameroons thought this was a class thing, a chip on the shoulder of the son of a taxi driver. But Bercow was equally antsy about working-class Tories (Andrew Bridgen) who failed to flatter him or those, like Michael Gove, who had too much of the varsity debating society about them.

Bercow, accused of bullying staff, also had a problem with some female MPs. His disdain for Andrea Leadsom (“that stupid woman”) ate away at his judgment.

There was the day he screamed at the government chief whip, Patrick McLoughlin, unprecedented petulance by the supposed first commoner of the kingdom. There was his Uriah Heepish speech to the monarch when her jubilee window was unveiled in 2012 and he spoke almost as long as she did. And then, during the political class’s drawn-out agonies over Brexit, there were Bercow’s repeated interventions. His biased rulings merely accentuated the crisis.

The inconclusive 2010 election and coalition government made him safe from challenge and Cameron’s win in 2015 was too narrow to present a danger. Before the 2017 election, there came rumours that Bercow would settle for “just a few months more” in office. Mrs May bungled it and Bercow went bouncing on, leaving rancour and constitutional wreckage in his wake.

Did he not bring life to the old place? Well, yes, in the way that the high whine of a drill can quicken pulses in a dentist’s waiting room. He revived the gambit of the urgent question. He did not hesitate to tell ministers when he felt they had been discourteous to the House. But it will be his own discourtesy, that foot-stamping, red-eyed bateyness, that will serve as the epitaph to this unedifying Speakership.

He considers himself as a signal success, but will those [the Prime Ministers of his incumbency think his devious performance warrants the traditional gift of a peerage upon his retirement? It hasn’t yet been mooted and I would be surprised were it to be.