By BAGEHOT
THE AUGURIES for subsequent week’s Brexit votes are no longer elegant, to keep it mildly. The European Reform Community of hardline Eurosceptic MPs is split into two camps: of us which would be prepared to compromise with the high minister on situation that they web the total lot they wish; and of us which would be no longer prepared to compromise even when they web the total lot they wish with a cherry on high (one Recede-supporting baby-kisser I do know tells me that about 30 of his colleagues are genuinely clinically insane). The DUP, Northern Eire’s supreme celebration, is in excessive dudgeon—or in all likelihood I will beget to still bid even greater dudgeon than fashioned—about being disrespected. The Labour Occasion reveals no signs of striking nation forward of celebration.
So it appears as if we’re heading for yet additional paralysis. The high minister will undergo a heavy defeat in Tuesday’s vote on the withdrawal deal; parliament will vote in opposition to a “no deal” Brexit on Wednesday; and then, on Thursday, this might occasionally perhaps well vote to lengthen Brexit. Without a certain plans about what to attain with this extension, Britain will beget dwelling itself up for one other duration (dimension to be made up our minds) of paralysis and float, culminating in a single other cliff edge. An especially distasteful originate of Groundhog Day.
