Day 16. If you are the dealer I'm out of the game. (16/1/19)

(Soundtrack: 'A Rainbow In Curved Air, for electric piano, dumbak and tambourines' by Terry Riley. Because... why not? Sometimes I feel like being a pretentious get and sticking on late 60s avant grade classical. It's just the way I roll)

No confidence motion. Fucking get in. Now let's bring those bastards down.

(Sorry Mum)

That's me at half seven last night. I expected Corbyn to table a motion of no confidence, didn't expect it to be immediately. Hadn't expected May to basically go 'come on then, come at me'.

And people less naively optimistic than I came straight back to me after my tweet. It's not going to happen. Turkeys never vote for Xmas.

I know. I know. But let me dream, let me hope.

It was fun while it lasted.

325 votes to 306 in favour of Theresa's inept shower of shite. Or to put it another way: if the DUP were an actual political party that were truly concerned about the idea of making sure the backstop THAT THEY HAD VOTED AGAINST LAST NIGHT rather than a bunch of profiteering bigots, then perhaps they may have crossed over to the opposition and voted in a way that reflected the lack of faith they clearly have in the Prime Minister. It's amazing the loyalty that a billion pounds of our money will buy a shaky government isn't it?

(Hold on, Rainbow In Curved Air is really winding me up, need to do something about it. Leonard Cohen. 'You Want It Darker'. His final masterpiece, let's meditate on how ***ed up the world is together for a while shall we?)

The DUP cross the floor and we win the vote by 1. It's that simple. The Tories are that insecure. But still the vicar's strident daughter with the shaky grasp of what constitutes Christianity (ie: Christ would quite definitely not have been a Tory) simpers smugly and carries on as though we've just mandated her insanity.

While her tanned predecessor swans back from his latest luxurious holiday to state that he doesn't regret instigating the referendum but does have regret in the way the results have been carried out. Bear in mind, though, this is the Eton educated Tory schoolboy who claims his favourite song is Eton Rifles. We know that he's a little hard of understanding.

The thing we definitely know is that every Tory who voted against Theresa last night as a gesture voted for her tonight. We know that because ALL Tories voted for her tonight.

Turkeys. Christmas.

The ghoulish Victorian irritant Rees-Mogg, leader of the ERG subsection of those in misrule, voted for her tonight. He may detest her Brexit deal, he may not wish to serve under her, though he appears to show no hunger for taking any actual responsibility. Johnson, the lying sack of shit who had two articles ready to run on the morning of the referendum, one to remain, one to exit, and chose the article he thought would give him most chance of leadership before running into hiding when he realised he had no desire to sort out the debacle he had helped usher into being; he voted for her. Even though the only aim he has in life is to be leader of the Tory party. Anna Soubry, having angled herself into a position where she has found herself to be portrayed as some kind of saint in the name of remain, voted for the leader with the bad deal.

Because, when it comes down to it, they don't care about the state of the country, they care about their control of it.

They don't believe in anything other than their own positions. And it's hard to see any way that we can get rid of them.

Please god let there somehow be a popular movement demanding a second referendum and let it be somehow listened to because, otherwise, the only way forward is down.

There is no upward path and increasingly no prospect of escape.

And it's too cold to riot.