The new Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of PommieBastardLand, one big fat fluffy teddy-bear named Boris Johnson, is showing that this bear has serious claws:

Boris Johnson will suspend parliament in a bid to stop MPs thwarting Brexit as the Prime Minister declared war today on the ‘Remain Alliance’.

Mr Johnson intends to send MPs home for most of September and the start of October in a move which will dramatically reduce the amount of time available for them to pass a law to block a No Deal divorce from the EU on Halloween.

The PM will hold a Queen’s Speech on October 14 setting out his government’s legislative agenda just two weeks before the UK is due to split from Brussels.

The decision to prorogue parliament for five weeks has sparked a political firestorm as opposition MPs claimed Mr Johnson was behaving like a ‘tin pot dictator’.

Commons Speaker John Bercow said the move represented a ‘constitutional outrage’ while Jeremy Corbyn, the Labour leader, said it was ‘an outrage and a threat to our democracy’.

However, the Prime Minister defended his decision as he said MPs would still have ‘ample time’ to debate Brexit in the run up to the existing October 31 deadline.

The move significantly increases the possibility of a no confidence vote in the government being held next week when MPs return from their summer holidays.

If such a vote is successful Mr Johnson would be expected to resign as PM and there would be a 14 day period in which a new government could be formed.

However, Whitehall sources suggested this morning that Mr Johnson would not quit even if he loses the vote and would instead disolve parliament and call an early general election in November.

Remain-backing MPs said yesterday they intended to focus their anti-No Deal efforts on passing a law but Mr Johnson’s decision to push the nuclear button means they could now be forced to shift to the more dramatic option of trying to oust the PM.

Mr Johnson spoke to the Queen this morning to secure her permission to prorogue Parliament at some point during the week beginning September 9.

The Queen’s role in the process of ending the parliamentary session is mainly procedural and dictated by convention with almost nil chance of her rejecting such a request.

Obviously the entire political establishment class in the UK has promptly imploded upon hearing this news. Boris is being called every ugly name in the book, and more than a few new ones invented just for this situation, because he had the temerity to do exactly what he said he would do, exactly what the people want him to do.

(It doesn’t hurt, of course, that he has arch-Brexiteer and wonderfully traditionalist stiff-arsed British toff Jacob Rees-Mogg as his chief enforcer and bully-boy now.)

If nothing else, BoJo is proving conclusively that women simply DO NOT belong in positions of ultimate power.

Consider the fact that his direct predecessor, Theresa May, squandered three full years dithering about and attempting to craft an “exit deal”. The results of all of that frantic negotiation was a Frankensteinian monster of a “deal” that kept Britain within the customs union and did not fully separate out British law and immigration policy from that of Europe, and would cost the UK nearly 40 BILLION pounds in the process.

This is despite the fact that Britain is one of the biggest net contributors to the EU budget. This graph comes straight from one of my favourite statistics repositories, Statista:

(No, I’m not sponsored or endorsed by them. I’m just saying, Statista is a superb source of information.)

That one graph there says it all. The EU is one gigantic wealth transfer machine from wealthy countries to poor ones. And there is absolutely no good reason why the British, who are quite wealthy (overall – though people in Northern England would undoubtedly strenuously disagree), should have to pay for the Poles and Greeks and Romanians and Portuguese.

So basically, if the UK simply got the Hell out of the EU right this very moment, they would save themselves on average roughly $10 billion every year – which, knowing the Pommie Bastards, they would immediately turn around and waste on their failing National Health Service and pointless government programmes and quangoes and social justice initiatives and other such garbage, but that is another matter entirely.

Theresa May spent three years trying to come up with a compromise deal that would keep Europe happy, completely ignoring the fact that she was given a mandate by the British people – well, 52% of the voters who bothered to turn up and vote on the day, anyway – to get Britain out of the EU. All she had to do was tell them that Britain was going to leave, come Hell or high water, and dare the rest of the continent to do anything about it.

And what, exactly, could the Euzis have done about it?

The answer: “H. R. Puffinstuff”.

Nada.

Nichts.

Nullite.

Nic.

Niente.

Absolutely and utterly bloody nothing.

Who are they going to send across the Channel to collect the taxes? The French Army? The German Army? To even mention such nonsense is to laugh, hysterically.

The Germans are in such a hapless situation with their military that they are giving their recruits broomsticks to train with instead of actual rifles, and their armoured regiments are roughly 50% inoperative.

As for the Frogs – it is easy for me to mock them, and Lord knows I love to do it. I would normally make fun of them by claiming that the entire nation of France has roughly the same level of military armament and readiness as your average household in Plano, TX – but this is not accurate.

Nonetheless, the only way for Europe to stop the Brits from leaving is through conquest. And the idea that the Europeans, who run scurrying to the Americans any time that they feel as though they are under threat, could mount a serious offensive campaign against anything more dangerous than a ham sandwich, is absurd.

The only threat that the EU can conceivably use against the British is to block their exports to European nations. But this would, again, be profoundly stupid.

The Pomms may be a bunch of effete stiff-arsed toffs by more red-blooded American standards, but they run significant trade deficits with much of continental Europe – and significant trade surpluses with nations located outside of the EU’s trading bloc.

If you know how GDP is calculated, then it doesn’t take any great intelligence to work out how a trade war with Germany or Italy or France will go.

If mainland Europe blocks British goods and services – which they won’t – and Britain retaliates by doing the same… Europe loses, and Britain gains.

And that is before we get to the fact that, by leaving the EU, Britain can now set its own tariffs, trade rules, regulations, and commercial agreements. All of this is very much a net benefit to the British economy.

Boris Johnson recognises all of this, and understands that his job is to deliver Brexit – one way or another. Theresa May never did, and has shown the entire world yet again exactly why it is such a terrible idea to put women in charge.

Now, whenever some misogynistic ogre like me says something like that, feminists and their white-knight enablers usually try to trot out historical counterexamples like Margaret Thatcher, and… um… well… Actually, that’s about it. That’s all they’ve got – unless you start counting, say, Eva Peron – which, if SJWs knew anything about history, they would be wise enough not to do.

Look, nobody thinks more highly of Mrs. Thatcher’s programmes of decentralisation, privatisation, rearmament, and national sovereignty than I do. But never let it be forgotten that it was Mrs. Thatcher who agreed to give major concessions to the EU and in the process helped bring about the very same single European market that the British people are now looking to leave.

Boris Johnson has done more to bring about a real Brexit in the space of a single month than his utterly useless female predecessor managed in three years. And it should not escape anyone’s notice that Boris, for all of his manifest personal failings, has children, and as such has ensured that he really does have “skin in the game” – whereas the feckless Mrs. May never had kids, and so had no stake in the future of her nation.

Above all else, BoJo provides an important lesson for all men in positions of power:

When you are given a mandate to deliver something, SHUT UP AND DELIVER. That is all. The rest is merely commentary.