Whither Saileth Thou, Oh Grande Schooner Britannia?

And it came to pass that in the year of Our Lord 2016, in the sixth month of that very

year, Grossbritannia inflicted upon itself, a grievous harm hitherto suffered only in the “LDCs” (LOWER & DISUNITED COUNTRIES, so-called!) to wit: political instability.

The pound sterling, formerly as strong as what Ghanaians call “nnade” [or wrought-iron steel] lost nearly 10 percent of its value against the US dollar – the currency justifiably known by the sobriquet, “Floater”.

Whereas before the referendum result, the pound was fetching about $1.45, within hours of the “Brexit” vote becoming known, the same pound was fetching only around $1.33.

A great gnashing of teeth reverberated across the land, at least, among the readers of the Financial Times. For savers, who had been advised to buy estates in Spain, Ghana or Dubai, found themselves suddenly landed with a potential shortfall in the realm of mortgages/purchases that are denominated in dollars.

Tens of thousands of pounds were provisionally “lost” overnight, especially by those who sold their pounds for dollars in knee-jerk panic. The fear of sterling seemed to be the beginning of knowledge.

Shares too were similarly stricken. Barclays and other banks with allegedly “cast-iron” reputations, suddenly lost billions of pounds -- in the value of their shares. Certain overseas commission-contractors, who, only a week or so before, had been assuring themselves that the value of their shares would rise because, historically, Conservative Party rule never fails to safeguard the holdings of the moneyed class, now realised that they had been sold dud-to-junk papers, masquerading as “Blue-chip” stocks.

From whence did these sad tidings spring, pray? The Fuehrer

of Grossbritannia, David Cameron, having, out of hubris, voluntarily called a referendum of the British people to determine whether they would stay with their apron-strings tied to those of “Johnny Foreigner” (to wit, the Hun, the Frog and other EU members to whom the British had allotted similar appellations that

cannot be repeated in polite society) was shown that he had under-estimated the numbers of potentially nasty xenophobes amongst his countrymen.

With a loud voice, they bellowed “BREXIT!” And Cameron's political career was "quenched" overnight.

What? Yes!
True, Cameron had been warned by a surge in opinion polls that the level of approval obtained by a coup-plotting gang-of-two, “Boris-and-Gove”, that the feelings that had surfaced earlier in the Conservative Party through the break-away of Nigel Farage to form the UKIP movement, were not a temporary ripple within the Tory Party. For scratch a Tory, and you reveal a Eurosceptic.

Cameron was, however, smitten with hubris (as already noted), for he had just won an election that had moved him from dependency on the whims of the Lib-Dems, into a near- landslide victory.

The enemy of hubris, Nemesis, now bit Cameron very hard. He was forced

to announce that he would resign as Prime Minister by October 2016, for a new leader to become Conservative Party leader.

Almost everyone thought that of the Boris-Gove duo, Boris would be the next Fuehrer of Grossbritannia.

But lo and behold, Gove suddenly said he was having none of it! The worm turned?

Yes -- after leading Boris along the garden path for weeks, pretending that he, Gove, was only a “fag” for Boris (in the tradition of the upper-class “public school” system) Gove suddenly bared his fangs and ripped off the buffoonish sheen with which Boris had hitherto masked his overweening ambition to be Fuehrer.

Gove now went to town to expose Boris as a divisive bumbler who would destroy the Conservative Party!! And when a fag says, “Me too wants to be head-boy/Prime Minister!”, what leg has the head-boy to stand on? If the fag who knows all the head-boy's secrets, were to bare everything, what would be left of the head-boy?That was the threat Boris faced.

The British tabloid press were primed to receive secret missives, known as "briefings", on what Boris had been up to in his private life and other spheres!

The morale of Boris was thus ripped to smithereens. He could not take the snub delivered by his former fag. He said goodbye to the high office he had so ardently aspired to.

Whereupon Lady Theresa May, Queen of the Deployed Embonpoint, emerged as the only Tory who could oppose Gove with any credibility!

Embonpoint versus 'Grovel'? ( as Private Eyewould have asked in its old days).

The schooner Grossbritannia looked set to sink into the Harbour of Despond. Xenophobia would emerge from the depths of the sea to dominate British public life.

Spurned Europe would make sure that British products cost more in the EU than rival products from Germania or Frankslande.

Or even Romania and Estonia.
Only isolationist Iceland would serve as Britannia's co-equal on the European mainland; an unreliable co-equal, however, who could turn into taunting victor (when it came to Euro-footie). Wales, flush with footie-fuelled adrenaline, might follow Scotland in trying to wreck the "United" Kingdom!

With a scenario like this begging the British Labour Party to take over the bridge and save the ship, what did the Party of the wily Clement Atlee do?

It decided that this was the time to have a free-for-all in the cargo-hold of the stricken ship!

Shadow Cabinet Minister emerged from the sacks they had pulled over their heads during the referendum campaign to accuse their elected leader, Jeremy Corbyn, of – of all things – not having campaigned vigorously enough, alongside Cameron, to ask the citizens of Grossbritannia to “Remain” [in Europe]!

This was an "own goal”, of course.
The Labour MPs didn't pause to ask, “Why should our Jeremy save Cameron's skin?” Or “Who can bring a spark into a campaign fronted by Cameron and his Eton-mate, the anodyne George Osborne?”

No – anxious to revive Blairite rightism, they stuck knife after knife into Jeremy Corbyn.

The Labour Party hence has thus been unable to capitalise on the near-wreckage that Cameron and Boris have turned the Conservative Party into. In doing this, Labour has exposed its parliamentary core as being made up of a non-representative clique that holds in contempt, the leader elected by an overwhelming majority of their own Party members.

Blair pretended to be a socialist, whilst preparing the ground to be serviced by American Mammon upon his retirement.

Perhaps the Labour Shadow Cabinet harbours members who emulate Blair's path to largesse?

When Grossbritannia has become a racist “Little England”, will these “Labourites” be honest enough to regret that in her hour of need, they left the Schooner Britannia defenceless, buffeted by the wind and stricken by high tides?

Only time will tell.
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