What Mrs Windsor and her pals haven’t been investing in retail fronts for class warfare on a high street near you they have been offshoring away from the revenue people in the Cayman Islands, Guernsey, and other paradise island tax havens. Truly vast sums of money are removed from the British economy – sums earned off the backs of ordinary working people – forcing the government to raise taxes to cover the basics of the safety net we all depend on from time to time.
Why would a Scottish recession excite the British media and why were so many Scottish unionists itching for news that we had gone into recession? We don’t really have to answer those questions. The answers are quite obvious.
The social, economic, and political mayhem that Theresa May and her troupe of cockwomble village idiots have brought about truly defies description, and she has the cheek to call the only possible alternative to this omnishambles a “coalition of chaos.”
No one wants unsavoury characters knocking on the door of Number 10, bullying the poor woman who lives there into performing sexual favours to buy more time to cough up the dough.
Theresa May and her neo-imperialist band of Conservative Brexiteers seem hell bent on going through with this no matter the cost, and this is the root of all the uncertainty. They are capable of anything – and this is frightening.
It’s all a wee bit too much like getting the first ride on the rollercoaster Groundskeeper Willie built – 'it might work.' Then again it might not.
Brexit Britain, in its splendid arrogance, is wilfully disregarding the fundamental rule of finance; that time is money, and every passing moment of uncertainty – with the ongoing weakness of the pound – is costing the banks and (more importantly) their investors hundreds of billions.