I confess that when May was elected I professed to having great hopes of her. That’s the trouble with blogs. They have a way of proving that you can sometimes be catastrophically wrong in your pronouncements. I even applauded the fact that she called an election. I thought it was the right move at the time but misjudged the person. You don’t win an election by hiding under your desk or refusing to take part in a debate and then sending a deputy almost as useless as yourself.
Which brings me on to the withdrawal negotiations. My dog could have done a better job, and I don’t even have a dog. We ended up a deal nobody liked. Two Brexit secretaries resigned, one publicly neutered and humiliated, and the bloody difficult woman is still in post.
A bloody difficult woman? Well, that has proven true. Last night one of her whips told her to her face she had betrayed the nation and betrayed Brexit. Her response? “I’m sorry you feel that way.” It says it all doesn’t it? She never listens to anyone, and that’s the crux of the problem.
She has to go. Tragically even the ERG is saying they will vote the deal through of she quits. I suppose there is an argument that with a real negotiator in charge, the backstop might become irrelevant if the trade deal is sorted out properly.
But is that man Michael Gove? Frankly I wouldn’t trust him as far as I can kick him. But he can’t be worse than May.
Or can he..?