British Prime Minister Boris Johnson suffered another setback on Monday night for Brexit before Parliament was suspended for five weeks, which provoked outrage.
We remember the annus horribilis of Queen Elizabeth. For his forty years of reign, two of his children divorce, Charles and Diana separate, the Windsor Castle burns and his African kingdom (Mauritius) becomes a republic. The Queen survives, Rule Britania.
After forty days in power, Boris Johnson closes two atrocious weeks, septenis horribilis. He does not say he survives.
Wanting to get rid of Parliament to close the divorce with Brussels, he provoked a parliamentary rebellion. He is betrayed by many of his ministers, including his own brother, released by conservative tenors, the Speaker of the House of Commons slams the door in his face, MPs demand details of the current negotiations and he begs a new report to the European Council.
He refuses this last humiliation. He would prefer to die in the ditch. It could send him to prison.
Last but not least, he wanted to return to the elector for slice and last night the majority again said no.
Members are back this morning in their constituencies, on forced holidays until mid-October. They will be able to measure the scorn in which the country holds them. The referendum undermined parliamentary democracy.
The prime minister serves as scapegoat. In Latin, curse must be called Brexit.