28 August 2019.
All hell has broken loose in the UK.
Although to be honest, the walls between hell and reality have been getting increasingly fragile and more unstable since the whole idea of leaving the EU was first proposed.
23 June 2016.
I get why a whole swathe of the population think that it’s a good idea, I do. I’ve often said myself that in certain aspects Britain is treated like Europes least loved relative. It has seemed, on occasion, like a very one sided relationship.
But I also wholeheartedly believe that we are nothing without membership of the European Common Market. We are not a big enough contender on a global scale to be able to compete on our own in matters of Trade and Industry: not since Margaret Thatchers denationalization of all of our major industries in the 80s.
Also, I don’t think that the leave campaign did enough to assure the British electorate of the final picture following any departure which may occur. All it said was “We will be stronger on our own”; “We need to take back British rule for British people”; “We will have an extra £350 million to give to the NHS each week if we leave the EU”.
Which of course is why people voted Yes to severing ties to our continental cousins, isn’t it?
People need to believe that the future is going to be better than the present reality, whatever that reality happens to be. It’s what we strive for in our own everyday lives, for our own families future.
How much better for all concerned to feel that the Government of our tiny island nation also wants the same!
And what has happened to that magical £350 million per week in the three years since Boris Johnson painted it on the side of a bus, and drove around the country to garner the votes his party needed?
As of April this year, Brexit had COST the UK £66 BILLION!
Predictably enough , the value of the Pound dropped – instantly making the Euro a much stronger currency. Investments into UK concerns from abroad have all but dried up in the uncertainty. Already, vital supplies of life saving and life enhancing drugs and medical supplies are being affected, as the chain from the EU and other nations breaks down.
Several independent reports have found that parts of the Brexit campaign were illegal, with personal data being tampered with and private investments found to have been brought from Russia, and not the UK as claimed.
To my mind, this should invalidate the whole show: it should be scrapped for being unconstitutional at the very least.
And yet, somehow, it has been allowed to continue. Like a steam engine with no breaks roaring down a mountainside until it’s inevitable crash at the bottom!
And today – Mr Johnson asked Her Majesty to suspend parliament until 17 days before the Brexit deadline of 31st October. A deadline which he says, he is determined that we should make!
As far as I can make out, this means that ALL aspects of Brexit will now be in his hands, and his hands alone. None of the other party leaders, or members of parliament will be able to vote on anything, or even to enter into discussions about it!
I get the feeling that Mr Johnson has read the constitution, seen that a Democracy is defined as “1 man, 1 vote”, and has made the decision that he is that 1 man!
Since he became the leader of the Conservative party – a position he was NOT elected to by the British public – he has put together a cabinet of people who have consistently voted against issues like LGBTQ rights, disability benefits, social housing rights etc. This is NOT a cabinet which is representative of the population at all, in my view! Also – tellingly – he was very vocal about how unethical it was to expect that the country should be presided over by an unelected PM when Gordon Brown took over the role from Tony Blair in 2007. The irony has clearly been lost on him 12 years down the line!
In all honesty, I don’t believe that any of the parties have the whole idea of a final Brexit plan in place yet. Sadly, it seems to me that Mr Johnson has decided that leaving the EU with “No Deal” is the only way forward. Which I suspect is why he requested this prorogue in the first place.
And really – look at the word. PRO ROGUE.
How are we supposed to trust anything that comes of an event with a name that reads “Expert Scoundrel”?
I want to have hope for the future. I want to believe in the system of democracy. I want to know that we can trust the man who is supposed to lead the country to do his best for ALL of us, and not just for his friends.
So far, every word that has come out of his mouth has been proven to be an abject fallacy, sometimes before he has even finished a sentence!
Halloween used to be my favourite time of year.
I am honestly dreading it this year. Brexit Day.
But it’s starting to feel a bit like Edgar Allan Poes “Tell Tale Heart”; the suspense building up with each second that passes.
Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Tick Tock.
31 October 2019.
Pray that we never reach the Ninth Circle of Hell – which was, according to Dante – Treachery.
Mind you – at least if we have to go there, we can all travel using our new Blue British Passports – produced in France!
Obviously, there are going to be people out there who disagree with my own views on this; this is fine. In fact it’s more than fine. We should all be allowed our own views. That is – in my mind – democracy in action at it’s base level. I welcome comments on all manner of things, love a sensible, well fought out discussion between people – of a like mind to my own or not. I hate it when people resort to name calling though, when you put forward an idea that doesn’t gel with their own. I have been called a Marxist over on FB today; a name which I have chosen not to respond to. As I say, others are entitled to their own opinion.
However, I refuse to believe that the system which should have been behind Marxism isn’t a good one; it was supposed to lead to equality across the board after all. Like all forms of Government though, where there was a good idea initially, things got lost in translation and it became something that it should never have been.
I’ve woken up this morning, and that clock is still ticking – and it’s getting louder ;
Tick Tock; Tick Tock; TICK TOCK ….