Dammit, my procrastination has done me down - again. I have been meaning to write something about our Home Secretary, Theresa May, whose department remains what is has been for decades - unfit for purpose. I have never met the lady, nor have I studied her political career in any detail, but just looking at her off and on tells you all you need to know concerning her potential for stupidity.
Any late, middle-age lady choosing to wear a ridiculous clown outfit like that is obviously not given to introspection. Her recent habit of wearing 4" leopard-skin high heels like an escapee from East Enders also failed to impress me with even the possibility that she might have more than three brain cells. Thus, I was poised to launch a less than gallant assault on this ridiculous woman but somehow I couldn't summon the energy.
However, yesterday in the Commons she excelled herself in the 'Dumb 'n' Dumber' stakes. The house was due to debate whether or not to accept various European directives, one of which was the dreaded European Arrest Warrant (EAW). For the benefit of my foreign readers this measure means that a court in, say, that land of liberty, Bulgaria, might decide on the slightest of evidence that 'Joe Bloggs' is guilty of something, well anything, really, and he will be sent into one of their ghastly prisons where it might take years for the case to come to court. No British court will be allowed to peruse the evidence! Mrs. May, and 'Dim Dave', had promised that this particular item would be debated and there was a mob of Tory MPs ready and waiting with their brickbats. But then, this stupid woman tried to pull a fast one by saying that the House was free to discuss the whole European bill but would not be able to vote on just the EAW. Cue: general shlock-horror in which she succeeded in 1) upsetting most of her own party, 2) provided a heaven sent opportinity for Labour to take advantage, 3) making even Bercow the pygmy look good, 4) forcing 'Dim Dave' to return hotfoot in his white tie and tails from the Lord Mayor's banquet in order to vote, and finally, 5) driving the last nail into the coffin of the Tory party's hopeless effort to win the Rochester by-election.
I have it on good authority that Nigel sank three pints in quick succession last night!
