Barking Powder

 

When I was a child and lived in an overheated three-bedroom second floor flat, my brothers used to make water bombs. They would fill plastic bags up with cold tap water, tightly knot them, and throw them over the bedroom window every time they would see a pretty girl crossing the alleyway underneath. The water splashed all over the victim and they laughed their heads off, behind curtains. This detail came to mind watching the Brexit process taking place, month by month.

On reflection, the ‘hahaha-hihihi’ is coming this time from Downing Street as I get on with my form-filling life. It’s has been hot recently (anyone noticed?!), even I can admit to that, and I’m used to Siberian summers. However, the heated discussions among the ministerial flock have raised the warning level from orange to red as nobody seems to have a clear view-point, nor an exit plan or a rescue package. It feels more and more like we’ve all been hoarded up into a long-haul flight, with a crew of unqualified attendants. In case of crash, it’s going to be ‘each to their own’.

Earlier in the week, the BBC mentioned how the PM is risking a revolt (I wish!) if the ‘type of Brexit she promised is not delivered’. Come on, Duncan, calling the PM ‘insolent’ on Twitter will not bring a velvet revolution. When Tusk issued a ‘last call’ at last week’s summit in Brussels, he didn’t mean your plane to the Maldives was about to take off. He meant business as you were about to sip another cooling lemonade. Last Saturday, a ‘livid’ Gove physically ripped up a report (did he really?!) for a new customs partnership with the EU. Qui prodest?

I get to understand miss Vicky when she said we needed a ‘practical, pragmatic deal that gives certainty to business and trade… not an ideological one’. The only things with it is …. everything on paper stays on paper and, therefore, is ideological. I’m back, for now, to reading Nausea. It makes, by far, a clearer point.

We are about to leave, I’ve got used to the idea by now, but there isn’t a destination on sight. We might find ourselves flying over the European economic space until the engine runs out of fuel. And then, let’s see who’s got a parachute.

 

 

 

 

Maria Stadnicka, 2nd July 2018


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2 Responses to Barking Powder

    1. No, there is a definite plan and destination. Immediately it is to crash out of Europe with no deal on anything. Ultimately it is the one described by the fundamentally repugnant Zbigniew Brzezinski in his book The Grand Chessboard.

      Comment by Tim on 5 July, 2018 at 1:43 pm
    2. Thank you for your contribution, Tim. Great to be reminded that Brzezinski’s era should not be swept under the carpet, specially now when the cage fight between the power groups is bringing into focus the ferocious despair of various neoliberal structures. M

      Comment by Maria Stadnicka on 5 July, 2018 at 3:06 pm

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