October 14th sees Bonkers Boris deliver his Queen’s Speech to the recalled dysfunctional British Parliament. It will be the eve of the Ides of October.
Much reading of the runes will take place between now and then.
We will all be slightly clearer about what a ‘backstop which isn’t a backstop’, looks like. That other thing which, in DUP group-think, ‘dare not be mentioned by name’.
Arlene, scowling among the Terrible Ten, will emerge, if Deputy Dodds allows it, all smiles (sic), saying ‘new arrangements’ must be endorsed by a new Stormont Executive.
Ball served to SF.
Time to take the auguries, bearing in mind Brexit has changed all and changed it utterly, and O’Dowd’s solo-run tilt, is but a sign of things to come. Discipline will reassert itself, (for a time) between the nones and ides of November. O’Dowd’s ambition will inevitably die on the Altar at Derry’s Ard Fheis. Outside the SF epistemic bubble, however, lie bigger realities.
Irish Nationalism (well ahead of Sinn Féin) is irrevocably beyond the Six County internal solution context; Scottish Nationalism is on its way to Independence Referendum Mark II; Welsh Nationalism will be at decision time; and English Nationalism and its DUP rump will be off to the Brave New World where Britannia, secure in its own Echo-Chamber, will once again Waive the rules.
On the day before the Kalends of November Boris and the Brexiteers will have slipped, blinked, sunk or swam, or they will have ditched the Redundant Ten. They may also be forced to keep swimming on the tide of an enforced extension.
Alea iacta est!