Friday, 7 December 2018

Deal or No Deal




How bad can it get? 
Pretty bad, I fear.

In a week’s time the Commons will have voted on May’s Brexit ‘deal’ and either way it isn’t going to be good news for the good life and a peaceful existence for our children and theirs in England and associated territories.

On a bright note, the deal might be voted down in which case…What?
Will a revitalized Commons majority for Leave (and at best it will be a reluctant ‘we promised them Brexit so we’d better give them Brexit rather than this self-immolation shitstorm’) then force through the plan that the official Leavers have been waving and pointing at since they set out their 10-point Manifesto For Brexit? 
You remember: the detailed and well-argued plan that has haunted Theresa May every step of the way when she was concocting her nation-betraying ‘deal’ so Leavers of all stripes were able to show that hers was a disaster compared to the simple effectiveness of the Manifesto Leave Plan?
Wasn’t it 10 points? Or was it a series of lettered bullet points: B is for brief; R is for regulated; E is for effective?...

Oh, wait. There is no such plan, is there?

To be fair, the Referendum Party and Ukip and the Tory Leavers and the Labour Leavers and the DUP only had about 30 years to come up with some famous Little Blue Passport they could mass produce, post online and refer to in a disciplined fashion to assure and reassure the British people in the face of the inevitable Establishment avalanche of opposition and sabotage. That might have helped but… The Commons has been too busy banning zombie knives and Bombing Libya’s northern border so it became contiguous with southern Italy, Spain and Greece with hilarious demographic results to actually have a plan that could slip into a post-May parliamentary schedule. So, er, what parliamentary squabbles and last-minute deal making could generate something that’s better than the No Deal walk away, suck it and see anarchy that is sure to be punished as harshly as possible by a vengeful European Imperium and their freak show satraps in Ireland?

I cannot express how happy I am that my side’s half of the new ruling class has pinned its hopes for national independence on that lovely Disney melody  ‘When You Wish Upon A Star.’

I’m emotionally bang alongside Simon Heffer’s sentiment that he’s rather feed his children boiled grass than stay in the EU but in all this time I’d like to think my side had more to offer me and my daughter and any Remainder’s daughters something a little more positive than a lawn mower and some sporks. Britain used to have a space programme and everything. Only saying. So, um…

On a brighter note, Nigel Farage has resigned from Ukip in protest against Tommy Robinson’s participation in an anti-May deal protest on Sunday the 9th December because, you know; anti-Islam stuff and stuff. And there probably aren’t enough different pro-Brexit groups to go around so another schism should just about fix it. He’s right on message and his timing’s impeccable. Sorted.


On the Dark Side, it gets worse. Always worse.

The rest of the ruling class and their lackeys-commuitaire have no idea that they’re playing with fire.

Case in point. A good pal of mine - we go at it Leave versus Remain on Facebook, but a grand chap otherwise - a couple of fast glasses of red in on Saturday tries to reassure me that he actually hates the EU as currently constituted but fears the Leavers’ plan for implementation (and reasonably so; see above) and wishes to remain and ‘reform the EU from within.’
Quite how an otherwise sentient being can actually believe such a thing possible is beyond me. His ignorance of the motivations for which the EU and its predecessors was created and the reasons for which its structures were established as they are astonishes me. The point is that nations don’t reform the EU: the EU reforms nations such as France, Denmark, the Netherlands and Ireland : most recently by importing new nations to revitalize the old ones, but more generally by re-doing referendums till the locals get it right. Look at all that voting and all that cancelled voting. Democratic as hell, yeah?

But it’s not just the details that scare me that we’re heading back towards Naseby and Marston Moor, but rather the whole mind-set of the ruling class.

Just think of the arrogance, the conscienceless pride of the Remainers and Project Fear as they seek at all times to overturn the successful Leave vote. They are so blind in their sense of entitlement to political power and success, and so lacking in empathy for the Leave majority that most of them seem incapable of ever identifying with our feelings and desires. Coming from the wing of politics that puts feelings above logic and facts in devising policy, this is ironic beyond belief.

Let me boil it down to the nitroglycerine.

If you’re going to say Leavers are stupid, emotional, easily swayed by smooth-talking con-men and that we should not be entitled to decide who shall govern us and under which national and international institutions, then the deal is off.

The common people (and aristocrats and gentry for that matter) put up with a lot for peace. There was a deal.
Our country’s history tends to be one of compromise with movement in the direction of reform following gradual persuasion of the powers that be - with some rioting if change is believed to be too slow - plus a couple of nasty civil wars.

But on most occasions when big changes to the political make-up of the country were allowed, the defeated put up with defeat not just because they lack the power, numbers or will to oppose the new dispensation but because they believed they’d have a chance to adapt or to ameliorate the worst or to delay or just to persuade the ever-wiser franchise to change back. And they could always hope to persuade sufficiently large numbers to give them a bigger slice of the pie later. So it was when various laws tying the common folk to the lord’s lands lapsed or were abolished, or the cities were granted MPs, or when Parliament (mostly) accepted the King was back, having previously insisted he couldn’t lead them to war and higher taxation without consulting them in good faith. After the Great Reform Act or the Suffrage acts and when the defeated conservative classes accepted the reform of the state in the 1945 General Election they did not fight or sabotage the everyday peace of the country in revenge. There was a deal implicit or explicit. Some windows have been smashed and one breakaway occurred over the price of tea, but mostly we stick together peacefully thanks to compromise and the promise of hope. The defeated in largish numbers (mostly) choose peace over fighting and the possibility of future concessions or counter-reforms and the victors (again mostly) accepted that the other side’s time may come (so maybe they should exercise a little moderation and humility in victory right now) so when turnabout does arrive they should keep their sword sheathed for peace and to await their go in turn.There was a deal.

But the May deal and the tin-eared Remainders aren’t saying they’ll put up with Brexit and await their turn. Together, they are saying we can’t: just can’t have what we voted for and what’s more we’ll never be allowed to have what we voted for and our constitution will basically be altered via the backstop to prevent any hope of meaningful national independence. Ever. And lots of other, interesting folk will still be allowed to become British and live interestingly among us.

We are women in 1917 and disenfranchised for the same reasons they were. We are emotional, ignorant and prone to persuasion by charming rogues. And all this is told to us by the folk who go from nought to Nazi in three seconds if we mention Rotherham as a place other than as a former mining town famous for its 2007 floods.

Most of the Leave / Project Fear is from the official Left of course and the phony Right. And those folk are used to techniques like point and shriek and wholly sure of their entitlement to whatever they want, in whatever quantities they want and as soon as they want and damn the budget and the economy or the peace of the citizens they govern. That’s how you get large hikes in fuel carbon tax in France out of the blue. They simply can’t imagine that others think differently from them and care very, very strongly about it. We just don’t matter: we can’t matter and so our votes and all that led to them are dispensable.

But they just spent 2 ½ years calling the majority Nazis and idiots and Parliament is likely to tell us we can’t vote on national independence again ever. Their squealing, smarmy lackeys-communautaires can have their fun about the old folks and a few football hooligans being the only objectors and it all calming down and then they can get on with it. The democratic deal’s off for us.

But if they do win and they do tell the 17,410,742 to shove it, you smelly peasants, you can never have your dream? What will that do to the soul of the nation? 
What if we decide the deal’s off for them?
What are peasants in this country notorious for?



Picture from here.

2 comments:

CherryPie said...

A torrid week on the Brexit Train. I wonder which way the train will turn when it reaches the points!

That I suppose will depend on who is control of switching the points...

Clipping Path Service said...

Gorgeous! Love these images.

 

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