Started doing my tax return, amid wholesale resentment of having to pay to support this gang of utter and complete crooks and the damage they have and will go on to inflict.
From disparaging the Bulgarians and Romanians, to fearing the Turks, back to the old favourite, hating the Germans.
And all to get at the Muslims.
Fucking tell me this whole vile escapade isn’t infused with fear and hate of foreigners.
A possible positive note is that the Leavers who believe all this is project fear – although someone tweeted ‘why would there be a conspiracy between grocers and planemakers to terrify everyone into not going ahead with this, what would they get out of it, what unites them???’ Good point. Still, if they’re not stockpiling, then it’ll be them caught short in any shitshow, panic buying a la Black Friday all day every day, and in the process we may see a few culled by their own stupidity as we remain indoors.
Tom Moriarty said something stirring:
This morning I chatted with an actress who does shifts at Cummings’ engine works in Darlington, said half the staff could be lost, 100s of workers, over Brexit, everyone’s just in this state of paralysis, the issue being threats to the imports of metals for the engines. She said this is the case for every large engineering company in the region. We agreed this is the most horrific, unending clusterfuck. Nice girl. The other actress came late but immediately, ‘o God no don’t talk to me about Brexit!’ … Remainers are many in number.
It’s the second vote on May’s deal today – they all get as many votes as needed, we muggins public get one shit vote. A ton of Leavers outside, possibly not as many Remainers, but they’re being very noisy and aggressive, ‘toxic’ as Maddy put it.
The immigration bill passed y’day by 294 to 245 or I think it passed by 63 votes because 76 Labour MPs abstained. This is the 2nd reading and there’s time to kill it yet at Committee and the 3rd reading but I put nothign past these bastards letting it pass by the most cowardly default. David Hardman’s livid, rightly. Abbott’s tweeted something about needing to restore the CTA as well – WTF? That’s separate isn’t it? That’s based on Irish-UK agreement from before we even went into the Common Market. Motherfuckers. Dulled my day.
Joe Spence replied, believes ‘disagree with what he says but defend his right to say it’, I replied that Farage was beyond that and we were now ‘evil prevails when good men do nothing’. Still, only half a dozen OAs have written to him. …
You betcha. Consider that the EU only allows in stable countries so any efforts to rejoin will be stymied, as well as the UK probably being considered as a hostile power. I feel so sorry for those who are leaving as well, having to find other jobs in other countries, because a no-deal Brexit will not only fuck us up but cause problems across the EU, hence the newly homeless and stateless might well be jobless too. The stress these poor bastards are under.
Riots will hit streets after Brexit and UK will be ‘unstable’ for years, EU report warns
Someone phoned in to Farage’s show warning of ‘blood and slaughter’ if Brexit doesn’t happen. There’ll be that anyway. People are going to die, in an orgy of violence by the far-right, by famine or accidents of medical supplies failing, by their own hand.
Even as I write we read of blood donation days in Dover being cancelled due to anticipated disruption in the area.
And it’s only Tuesday. Oh yes, the Cooper amendment, the Brady amendment, with May amending her own WA to now fuck ghe backstop although the ERG wants the backstop now, May saying she can win this and go back to the EU to renegotiate, tho they’ve said over and over and over, it’s closed, adn MEPs could not pass anything that’d undermine the GFA. And the anomaly of wanting an open border with Ireland while insisting on taking control of our borders and hence the ridding of FoM.
Apparently hundreds of thousands of Brits in Spain, France and Italy will lose their free healthcare. Hope someone’s telling them. Don’t bank on it though.
The day started with Tice being an idiot, and ended with the entire Parliament being idiots. Amendments by Cooper, Grieve, many others were voted down, leaving no deal on the table, then there was this Brady amendment about the backstop. Something about May supporting an amendment that undoes her own deal and the ERG were on board with this – it was all very very weird and fucked – and this she intends to take to the EU – who within 10 minutes of the vote said ‘no’. Sorry to repeat myself, I’m not up to speed with even what I’m doing!
Ian Dunt gave a running commentary:
There was a tidalwave of despair on Facebook as it seems we’re cantering towards no deal come Hell or high, with a few Labour rebels even voting down the good amendment s from Cooper and Grieve, apparently they’re from staunchly Leave constituencies – but are they still that way inclined?
Some perspective from a Romanian friend …
I was born two months before the Romanian revolution, in what was then one of the world’s nastiest dictatorships. My great-great-grandfather (my maternal grandma’s granddad), a schoolteacher who brought up our nation’s first educated generations of the peasantry, became a prisoner of conscience in the early 50’s. His wife, also a schoolteacher, died of a pneumonia acquired while travelling to visit him in the dismal Communist prison. My Grandma’s dad, a lawyer who studied at the Sorbonne, was denied entry to the Bar Association. My Great-Grandma, also a lawyer, was told that the only way he could join the Bar was if she resigns her place (presumably to become a housewife). She refused ; and it turned out a wise decision. Less than two years later, her husband died of cancer, but with her profession she was able to support her family. Their daughter, my Grandma, was denied entry to the Faculty of Medicine because of who her Grandpa was, she studied Maths and Physics and became a schoolteacher instead.
Several decades before, my maternal grandpa’s dad, a Cossak who had served in the Czar’s army in the Ruso-Japanese War, was forced to flee his homeland in the wake of the Red Revolution. He settled in Moldova, where he opened a wine business and married a fisherman’s daughter. My Grandpa lived through the fascism of the Iron Guard in the 30′ ‘s, and then the 50 years of Communism.
His cousin, our auntie Marga, married a statistician,a brilliant academic. In the days of Communism, passports were kept at the local police station, and borders were entirely closed . Every time he ever applied for his passport to travel to academic conferences, it was “conveniently” released a few days after the event. Their daughter and her husband, an orquestra conductor, fled the country when Ceaușescu was in power with nothing but two suitcases on them. They had no way of knowing if and when they would see her again (Not sure, but I believe it may have been only after the Revolution).
When I was born, there were severe food shortages and food was being rationed. My mum couldn’t breastfeed me ; she caught an infection from a dirty hospital ward. I’m only alive today because our neighbour, a colaborator of the Securitate, was able to find formula on the black market. Then the Revolutionary came, and my crib went in the hallway, to protect me from stray bullets (a very real concern; someone in our block of flats had a window broken by a bullet which ended up in her pot of sarmale).
Things got better. I got an education
I did interesting things. I came to the UK.
I am telling you all of this to remind you that we are neither the first nor the last people to live in difficult times. In 2016, heartbroken after the Brexit vote, I called my mum and my Grandma in tears; because I had to ask them : “How do you live in difficult times? How do you keep sane?”
Their answer was to focus on the present, on what is right here, right now in front of you. You have to wash dishes, write three pages, go out, meet friends, come back home, cook dinner, etc. etc. And never really lose hope : life has a way of working out, even though sometimes not in the ways that you expect.
The long line of intelligent, brilliant women in my family have known more hardship than I ever will. Through it all, they always had strength, resilience, creativity and hope.
Right now, I have to fundraise for the Work Rights Centre. I have to cover my budding crocus in hay so that it doesn’t freeze. I have to make a risotto. I have a lot of work to do.
And I am not allowing myself to not feel hopeful. Not now, not ever.
Such wonderful stoicism. There’s also this approach: