Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore


Will Theresa May be wearing ruby slippers as she glides into No. 10 on Wednesday? 

The political scene in overview then:

  • Tories: …. few, we band of brothers …
  • Labour: Twas on the good ship Venus …
  • LibDems: Hello, it’s me
  • UKIP: …. wide eyed and legless …
  • Scotland:  My love is like a red, red rose ….
  • Eire: Seventy years man and boy, never have I danced for joy
  • Wales: .. slow black, crow black fishing-boat bobbing sea

Mrs May has been Home Secretary a long time and is consequently woven into the fabric of Homeland Security. This is evidenced by her vigorous attraction to Trident, Britain’s quartet of nuclear submarines. Prudently, the Armed Services will have mapped her understanding to their perspective: it is not in their interests to lose this ‘deterrent’. Objectively, one wonders, how truly crucial these stealthy vessels are to national well-being?

Trident’s renewal will be debated this week, before the House rises: but before formal transition of power? Tell me: for whose benefit are we contemplating to spend a sum anywhere from £22bn to £205bn, depending on which report you read? A contract has already been awarded to build outflying, protective helicopters which might seem a clue that the debate is window dressing.*

Should we Munchkins not all take a breath and compose ourselves before hurtling on? It’d be unfortunate to grab at ephemeral solutions to profoundly important issues merely to appease the Miss Grolsches of the world?

There is no short-cut to acquiring the Testimonial, Medal and Clock (Brains, Courage, Heart)  the Wizard handed over to the weary Yellow Brick Off-Roaders and dashing to quick-fixes is always doomed.

There’s no place like home anymore as home is unalterably changed.

* we’ll be returning to this, most fishy story.