The EU Parliamentary Elections reveal how little we’ve progressed

The feeling of uncertainty has now faded. In its place is the face of doom, and with delays and dithering abound there remains a likely chance that we will crash out of the EU without a deal.

Coming back to all things political is akin to jumping in at the deep end – aghast and struggling for breath, the shock hits hard. But you get on with it anyway, as a mature 20-something who wants to prove that the facile positivity in their mind has some substance. Or at least, it will have some substance – who cares if you can’t vocalise that endless drone of ‘You can do this!’ or ‘Don’t you know how awesome you are?’ Clearly….

Now with the BBC’s elan directed to rising awareness of mental health – long overdue, I hope you’ll agree – I want to take a detour from the typical socio-political edge of the column and address an elephant that neither talks nor trumpets at 9:25 on ITV each morning. You may have heard that JK’s bear-baiting circus has found itself suspended following the death of a guest who was subject to a polygraph test on a pre-recorded show. I’ll set the scene – man accused of infidelity, lie detector administered and he is labelled a liar. For this show, it’s a common occurrence and one that tends to lose its shock when you come to terms with the style of guest that infect the show. If you’re expecting them to outwit the machine, you’re lying to yourself.

Not that the machines are faultless, and that has been proven here. Some time following their appearance on the show, they committed suicide. It is known that the result came back as a shock, yet there is an unavoidable and tragic facet to this story. In simple terms, for those who will chastise anyone’s decision to redeem themselves (or chastise their decisions full stop), made even tougher in the eyes of the public – there should never come a time where the price for such an act, should be death. Those who disagree proudly scrimp on humanity through this shameful turn of events, one that brings forth just how little mental health matters in the face of entertainment.

Still I revile JK, but I am not a grump. It is the aim of this column to focus largely on political developments and I intend to keep it that way – head to BBC News should you want further information on the scandal. For the former, the looming shadow takes the form of the upcoming EU Parliamentary elections which will take place on the 23rd, and which will no doubt remain a flashpoint for our Brexit negotiations and future relationship with the EU.

(If you don’t know how the elections work, listen up. The UK will elect 73 MEPs to the European Parliament which in total is made up of 751 MEPs from the 28 EU member states. From 11th July these 73 will represent the UK until we leave the EU – for better or worse.)

Yet there is growing concern over Farage’s Brexit Party. This is no hyperbole; they’re monopolising the game with latest polls showing the Tories with an 11% share – this is under a third of what BP commands. So yes – it has hit the fan in the Tory outhouse and Crispin Blunt, MP for Reigate and a favourite of mine (for obvious reasons…) has reflected the worries of the Tories; bubble well and truly burst, he acknowledges the need for accommodation between BP and the Conservatives. There’s just one problem – with a clear torrent of momentum behind him, why on Earth would Farage acquiesce to the desires of our Madam PM?

My gripe is the same – the moniker of ‘Maverick of Westminster’ aside, his stance on Brexit is indeed frightening. The man and his sycophants care little for Britain’s future, compensating for their stance on a no-deal Brexit with the same stale and jingoistic quips reaffirming our sovereignty and the British bulldog mentality. Dog’s dead, man – move on. Their potential is doubly threatening when placed alongside the inefficiency prevalent in the main political parties – Change UK is useless (their leaflet is a misappropriation of natural materials) and there is now a 91% chance our Madam PM will be out before the year is. She’s been urged by the 1922 Committee – these are the chaps who popped up during last year’s vote of no confidence, and who’ll she’ll be meeting on Thursday – to set up her own departure schedule.

Emily Maitlis, however, had it spot on. To change the driver at the front where there is still a pile up – what honest difference could that make? For all of the criticisms one can levy at May, she has survived the vote of no confidence, numerous Commons revolts and defeats on the EU Withdrawal bill. Most importantly – who actually has the bottle to fill her shoes? Less a paragon of Brexit, May is a victim of her own over-ambition – I’ve no doubt her successor will be the same.

The past two weeks have revealed our country’s aptitude for forgiving rabble-rousers. And it’s a shame, because to call this country xenophobic, racist and regressive is underwhelming, but accurate all the same. On the whole, this country has time and again given itself the chance to make this prejudice seem legitimate, simultaneously shooting down the prospects of success to reclaim a sovereignty never lost. It’s what you make of it, so as much as ignorance fears change, I fear the people and the Thursday to come.

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