February 2019

We are in the middle of the worst crisis I can ever remember since I have been interested in current affairs.  This crisis was caused, not by the threat of global conflict, but by the internal divisions in the Conservative Party, which has produced the most inept government I have ever experienced.  I have never known such a complete failure in government and statecraft.   Or for that matter, such a pitiful performance by Her Majesty's Most Loyal Opposition.  The Magic Money Tree has been squeezed dry to the tune of 4.2 109.  The amount of money owing to the EU is as much as the bank bail out of the banking crisis of 2008.

 

I am not the only one, but the effects of this home-grown but existential crisis has given me sleepless nights.  It has affected many others:

 

Although what I have written in this blog has been heart-felt, it has become repetitive and has changed nothing.  I will say that I loathe Brexit with every cell of my body, and will continue to do so for the rest of my life.

 

Winston Churchill (a great hero of Britain, but very flawed leader and human being) laid the foundations of the EU.  He must be spinning in his grave to see the mess that his political party, the Conservative Party, has gone on to make: such a mess that many donors are no longer donating.  Theresa May once described her party as "the Nasty Party".  Under her watch, the environment has become hostile to the point of toxicity.  Stubborn, secretive, self-absorbed beyond narcissism, devious, and manipulative, she bears much of the responsibility for the Conservatives becoming the Brutal Party

 

This may well delight the pink-faced, overweight, and wealthy old men who form the bulk of the membership of the Conservative Party, the ones who live in over-valued and overpriced houses in the villages of southern England.  It is depressing how these were the idealistic youth of my time, who railed against the unacceptable face of capitalism and looked out for the international ideal. 

 

The party, with a few honourable exceptions,  has, on a basis of half truths, outright lies, and casual incompetence,  scammed our nation and has ripped our nation apart from top to bottom, and from side to side.  The prime minister that has appointed a miserable cabinet of fools and incompetents - an "infestation of clowns"  that has dragged the reputation of our nation in the eyes of the world through the mud, doing it damage that will take decades to repair.  See this article from The New European that outlines it far better than I can.  (I am a boring physics teacher, not a top journalist).

 

I think the final word should go to 10 year-old William Colledge.  His father bought him a fountain pen to help with his handwriting.  While his mother was watching a Brexit debate, he wrote this.  It had me in stitches.  By the way, his handwriting is not at all bad either - certainly better than that of some of my A-level students.  (The worst handwriting ever belonged to the headmaster of the school that I attended between the ages of 8 and 13.  It was truly an illegible and barely decipherable scrawl.)

 

In the light of the current state of affairs, I have decided for the time being not to write anything else for this blog.  It is depressing me too much (and I have issues with depression), such that I have sleepless nights as I consider what is going to become of our nation.  I will continue to work on the site, as I want it to help as many students as I can reach.   I want to say just a couple of things:

 

Europe, I love you.  I hope this Goodbye will be a See you again (Au revoir, auf Wiedersehen).

 

My high horse is going out to pasture for a while.  Until the next time I saddle up him up again, enjoy and good luck.  I hope you do well.

 

James

 

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