So now they are resurrecting the threat to close down
UK-EU flights, post-Brexit? Good, let them. Let them shut down the whole
cheap-flight industry, the holiday resorts they serve and the service
industries which support them. Let the shitty all-inclusive hotel complexes close
and fester, let the beach-side strips go un-fouled by the stench of fish and
chips and two-day old Ambre Solaire and sweat. Go on, EU, show your contempt
for the British as openly as you wish. The gloves are off.
David Cameron was told in no uncertain terms that there
could be no special arrangements of any merit for one of the 28. And why not?
Their club, their rules. So he went to the people and despite a colossal united
opposition to leaving, a rag-bag of warring Leave groups still manage to win
the day. The next morning, we should have served notice. Cameron’s resignation
was un-called for; he could easily have carried on, just as his pale stand-in
has done, except this time working to deliver what he promised to deliver.
Article 50? What a load of bollocks that turned out to
be; an unnecessary prevarication which did nothing but allow the stunned Remainers
to mobilise. Nobody had contemplated Brexit – Cameron wouldn’t have authorised
the referendum if any analysis had suggested the vote could go against the
establishment’s use of the state apparatus to cover the land with a blanket of
doom. But we are where we are; wallowing in a self-inflicted morass of
negativity created by the relentless insistence of Remainers that Brexit is a
modern day Black Death.
Meanwhile, in the so-called Mother of Parliaments, the
treacherous – and they truly are treacherous – House of Lords voted again with
the Tory rebels to end Brexit by any means. But if they think bringing down the
government is the way ahead, let them face the wrath of the millions who voted
to leave the unaccountable governance of the EU for precisely the same sort of
behaviour their lordships are aping. The referendum as a tool of democracy is
dead; the commissioners must be pissing their pants in glee.
So, what are we left with? Short of an armed march on
Westminster and the dragging out of the main actors to face summary justice;
short of actual civil war, what? Voting at the ballot box is no way out;
whichever way it goes can be ignored and anyway, far too many MPs have shown how
easily they brush aside the wishes of their constituents.
Backing Britain, 1968. How times change.
If you want Brexit you can do it yourself. No Spanish holiday, no
French wine (I personally stopped buying that decades ago) forego the foreign cheese, boycott Brussels.
Instead, grit your teeth and buy British, keep your cash in OUR banks. If you
can’t face an actual holiday in the UK – and let’s face it, we’ve let ourselves
go – try going for days out. Get out in the countryside, get fitter and save the
NHS in the process. Wake up and realise that voting then hoping it would happen
is a lost cause. If you want an independent Britain you need to start backing
it. Brexit needs to become more than a wish, it needs to be in the blood in the way the EU never could.
