Over at Conservative Ho they’ve been busier than Carol Decker’s drycleaners in whitewashing David Cameron’s betrayal of his ‘cast iron pledge’ to hold a referendum of the Lisbon Treaty if it was in force by the time he was elected Provincial Governor.
"Today, I will give this cast-iron guarantee: if I become PM a Conservative government will hold a referendum on any EU treaty that emerges from these negotiations. No treaty should be ratified without consulting the British people in a referendum…"
should in fact have read:
“The Conservative Party campaign for a
It’s a simple typo. Anyone can see that. Miss out an insignificant little word such as ‘not’ and all of a sudden everyone’s on your case. Sheesh.
Melanchthon presents a sophistical argument why this egregious u-turn is in fact a victory for those of us on the Right who do not want our country to be subsumed into a European super state. Firstly the dear ancient Proddy establishes his unimpeachable eurosceptic record:
I have been a Eurosceptic since the late 1980s. I remember challenging Leon Brittan in 1989, asking him what an entity with its own Executive, civil service, legal space, Parliament and supreme court was supposed to be if not a state. If it waddled like a duck and quacked like a duck, I said, it was probably a duck. I made my first speech against the Single European Currency in 1991. Throughout the 1990s I argued in favour of Euroscepticism, that we should be in Europe but not run by
In those days, it seems, ‘eurosceptic’ meant wanting to stay in but to make the project better, and to guarantee national sovereignty within the EU.
Or EC. Or EEC. Or
The plan was to enshrine our freedoms and nationhood in law by some kind of phrasing, clauses, or constitutional instrument to uphold the following key principles:
The dear boy doesn’t seem to have noticed that
This is unlikely now that Labour has reduced the Pound’s prestige and value as an international currency to about that of the Matabele gumbo bean, and the EU would have to break almost all of its qualifications criteria to let us into the Euro…
Ah. Yes. I see.
The European Arrest Warrant being, er, some kind of chocolate treat from
Phew. With a single bound he was free.
Maybe not us, though.
The Boy from the Black Stuff then turns to the matter of referendums.
I was always opposed to the idea of referendums. These are a device of dictatorship, fundamentally incompatible with Parliamentary democracy, an appeal to the Will of the People over the heads of their elected representative…Unlike his glorious leader until very recently it seems.
Let’s look at the dictatorships that have used this device incorporating the Will of the People (Who dey? Ed.) to overcome Parliamentary democracy, shall we?
The Mosleyite UK, who got it right.
Fascist France, who got it wrong.
The Apartheid-originating Dutch, who, strangely, also got it wrong.
You know, if I was going to suggest that the welfare of the British people would be improved by some kind of international league or confederation of countries, I surely wouldn’t want it to include nations governed by such rally-addressing, Rhine-crossing, Champs-Elysees strutting populist Right-wingers as: Harold Wilson; Jacques Chirac; Centre Party Reichsleiter Anne Enger; all the major parties of the Netherlands (I know, I know); and those Dark Lands forged by that notorious Jew-bating paper formally known as The Irish Constitution, but which will soon grace the bomb-proofed walls of the Jyllands-Posten Comedy Document Archive.
He goes on: Of course, I hope that in renegotiation lots of matters of detail come up - things to do with the CAP, CFP, the Social Chapter, and much else. But these are all matters of detail, of the policy of the moment, things that can be negotiated away one day and taken back the next if the basic constitutional principles he proposes are established.
By the same token, I hope that my formerly spiteful ex-wife will reverse a decade-long vendetta against me and restore our daughter’s lost childhood happiness, but I imagine that it’ll take some pretty fancy footwork on my part and a time machine, and I doubt that Cameron is much of a hoofer and he’d look silly in a police box.
In his wisdom, Melanchthon goes on:
Our EU partners will certainly accept the measures Cameron proposes - how could they object, since these are all amendments to our own domestic constitution, other than by ejecting us from the EU? But if they were to object to them in some way, we would be ejected from the EU, and the issue of a referendum on renegotiation would not arise. I just think that idea missed the point.
These are small quibbles. The key thing is that November 4th represented the triumph of Euroscepticism. I really think most of those that have taken these proposal badly either failed to understand them or have actually long been get-outers rather than Eurosceptics at all. For those of us that are, indeed, Eurosceptics, this is our moment.
And so black is white. Up is down. Slavery is freedom. War is peace. All this is the topsy-turvy, caucus race world of the Tory ‘eurosceptics.’
I remember being proud of being a Conservative and Unionist: canvassing and leafleting and public speaking and envelope stuffing and telling outside the poling stations and driving the little old ladies to the polling booth in the rickety Northmobile and prompting the late voters to go and cast their ballots in what was, back then, credibly a sovereign nation inside a trading bloc.
Mrs Thatcher and her colleagues promised to sort out Labour’s inflationary economic mess, re-equip our armed forces in the face of growing Soviet empire outside of
And as Maggie said, so she did to a large extent. She promised A and, within reason, she achieved A. Nothing and no-one’s perfect but she tried, and we could understand what she was trying to do and we could connect that to our beliefs about our country, the world, and the future security and prosperity of our families. Later, of course, this rot set in.
The sophistical modern Tories, however, are forever changing the words, their meanings, the meaning of the meaning of their words, and the order in which their words are presented.
It’s like some crazy, meaningless charade that resembles a real game, but which has no rules and no purpose except to resemble a real game.
And in that spirit here are some messages for some of our friends in Occupied London - Wimbledon, Pontoon Dock, Marylebone, Marble Arch,