Heaven help us

Subject: Heaven help us.

In cricketing terms if you take the field and send in your opening batsman then Geoffrey Cox the Attorney General would be expected to carry his bat and score a century. 
Like a master batsman who's skill with the bat lies as much in the speed his eye picks up the flight of the ball so the oratory and quickness of mind provide the space between a definitive answer and obfuscation. Cox a barrister by trade is a master of the weighted pause, the all encompassing gesture, the turn of phrase and a clinical choice of words.
As Parliament is called back to debate the issue of the Supreme Courts ruling, that the PMs motives for proroguing Parliament were illegal, then the spotlight fell upon the Attorney General who's legal advise was sort on the legality of proroguing. 
He was in the hot seat, or so it seemed but the power of personality, oratory and hiding behind the law regarding non disclosure (due to client/lawyer privilege) he was able to avoid having a hand laid upon him.
As opposition members of parliament rose to make their point they were overwhelmed by the pomposity that a legally trained person brings to a conversation  and it highlights the difficult in finding usefulness in the parliamentary debate since so many of them are lawyers.
The clamour for recalling parliament seems to have been a call to release more hot air.
The toing and froing and the cat-calling, the derisory terms of cowardice and spinelessness whip up the emotions and are the tools of trade MPs use in their school yard behaviour.
With bated breath we have been watching the infighting between the supporters of Boris Johnson and Brexit and the Remain group each side bitterly opposed to the other, then the high drama of the Supreme Court being called to make a ruling and all for what.
Watching Parliament is like watching some slow moving prewar film, full of cliches, pre-rehearsed  lines, old arguments repeated ad infinitum. It reminded me of a tennis match, the ball flowing backwards and forwards, the gruff voice of the speaker/umpire deciding the point 30/40 but with no end in sight. We seem to have become so polarised that there is no room for amalgamating the views into some sort of consensus. We are locked in and out by ideology and the iron rule of not giving way. 
A day has already been spent on specious rhetoric from both sides. The importance of Brexit and our future as a country hardly touched as old animosities were the fuel that kept the fire going. The same old, same old comes to mind when what we need is a measure of honesty and a willingness not to tell lies but Minister after Minister stood up speaking  from a script written by a backroom team and vetted by No 10. Nothing original just the vetted party line. 
Was it worth getting their Lordships to provide that  parliament could sit when, to the unaccustomed ear, it was as if the contestants hadn't stopped quarreling and simply picked up the script from the act of dissolution. 
Listening to Micheal Gove ripping through his statement, a statements of platitudes and what ifs, a series of jotted notes on the back of an envelope. A plan to obfuscate to the end even as the ship is sinking.  It's a scandal of huge proportions as we sit and watch this national soap opera acted out by supposedly the finest minds in the land.
If that's the case, then heaven help us.