Almost on a daily basis I sit slack-jawed as I read the latest developments in the ‘Brexit negotiations’ and in the words of David Byrne “I say to myself; How did I get here? How did I get here?”
This situation is not just a mess, an omnishambles, it’s a national disgrace.
One contributor to the debate in the staunchly anti-Brexit Guardian said this morning;
“…the throwing away of Margaret Thatcher’s negotiated rebate…we being the only country to have one…the continuing use of our own currency…not being in Schengen …things that were we ever to apply to rejoin the EU we will never have again.
We are throwing away not only membership of the EU and the freedoms for ordinary people that brings , but PREFERENTIAL membership negotiated by a conservative Prime Minister who, love her or hate her, wouldn’t think this current crop worth employing as cleaners.”
Even the word – an abominable mash up – turns my stomach. It just sounds made up, as it is, but also foolish, trivial and yet it represents the biggest single economic catastrophe that no nation on earth would contemplate, other than Britain. Any why? Because a tiny minority voted in a horrendously misleading referendum on manifestos that were warped (and misleading) on both sides, to teach the then government a lesson. And, agree with me or not, in a significant enough minority (certainly more than 2% I would argue) to get rid of Johnny Foreigner.
Will that work? Yes it will. But only the best and most useful, most employable ‘Johnnies’ who are returning to their Easter European homes in their droves after the pound collapsed and they find it a better economic option than remaining.
Ridiculous as it sounds, David Cameron now looks like a visionary, except for one tiny thing; despite his total opposition to it he offered the country an opportunity to vote for this fucking monstrosity at a time when the rabid right were enjoying farcical, almost comical, support during the ‘Farago years’.
This absolute Frankenstein creation is now being ‘negotiated’ to frankly, derision by the likes of Michel Barnier. Can you imagine his private conversations? I mean can you? Through howls of laughter in Mansion House-esque European meetings.
“…and you wouldn’t believe what he proposed next…”
“Oh Michel, I don’t know how you can keep a straight face.”
Now it emerges that the European Court of Justice will remain the highest court of jurisdiction in our land in the farcically titled ‘Period of transition’. Another red line crossed. Another ridiculous outcome.
Just like the ‘we won’t give them a penny’ bombast that marked early ‘negotiations’, yup that red line was crossed too.
‘All the Johnny Foreigners will be turfed out on their ears’. That red line was crossed.
Can anyone give me a good honest definition of the benefits of this decision? The government is sharply divided on the whole matter. Most of the Labour party (despite what they say) and all of the SNP is pro-Europe.
I understand, but DO NOT respect, in this instance, the democratic rules of the nation that a decision is a decision. I suspect ‘No’ would win by a considerable margin if this was put to the country as a snap referendum under the question…
“Given what you now know of the Brexit process do you wish to continue Britain’s exit from Europe’
Surely there must be a democratic mechanism to, at the very least, debate this and put an end to this extreme stupidity because I don’t want my children living with the dire consequences of this absurd xenophobic pig-headed fuckwittery.
It’s all terribly, terribly sad.