So there we were, trundling along quite nicely.
Unemployment at the lowest level for decades, employment at its highest. So much for immigrants taking British jobs.
The economy was growing, bad debt falling, inflation low. Everything was coming together.
Then the lies and the bullshit started.
‘Look at the number of immigrants scrounging off us.’
I asked the question, ‘How many EC immigrants are on the dole?’
I got no answer, in other words, not many.
‘Do EU immigrants actually stay here?’
I found the answer ‘No, they work here for enough time to save money and then go home. Meanwhile they are net contributors to our society as they pay tax and national insurance.’
‘What about the criminals, they’re stopping us getting rid of thousands’
I googled this. Amnesty International had the answer – 11 cases were overturned in 2013.
‘What about us losing control of our laws?’ screamed the Brexiteers, ‘They are now made by faceless, unelected bureaucrats in Brussels and we don’t agree with them.’
‘Which laws do you not agree with?’
Silence, and then ‘Look at the banana, they insisted all bananas should be the same shape. That proves it.’
Sadly another lie, the shape of bananas were discussed at the EC but no law was ever implemented.
Another question I asked, ‘If we get so called independence how many of these laws will be repealed?’
The answer -‘Probably none, as they all make sense. We will effectively copy paste EU law and employ hundreds of our own unelected bureaucrats to do just that.’
‘Are yes but we’ll save £350 million a week which can be put into the NHS.’
Even Farage denied that the day after the vote.
Paxman did a supposed unbiased documentary on the EC. I thought it was a party political broadcast for the no campaign. I’m surprised the BBC was allowed to get away with such bias. I found his sniggering approach pathetic. It’s always easy to find the negatives in any organisation, especially mammoth concerns like the NHS or the EC. Sadly the positives were rarely mentioned, eg high employment, low inflation, low borrowing costs and economic growth. The old adage comes to mind, ‘If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it’, along with ‘We’ve never had it so good’.
Would I prefer the certainty of where we are now, or the dream world of Gove, Boris, Farage and Paxman?
‘Ah’ they say, ‘ but now the vote has taken place and the people have voted for Brexit. This is democracy at its finest.’
It’s not democracy, it’s lies and bullshit which the mugs fell for. Doesn’t matter to me, I’m retired. It’s the kids I feel sorry for. They voted for the bullshit of Boris, who’s only belief was ‘I want to be Prime Minister’, Gove who’s half an idiot and Farage who’ll say anything to get a vote. False hope, false promise and total bollocks. Thank God for Shiraz, at least most of that comes from outside the EU.
Now it’s all f….d up. For what? Some kind of quasi nationalism. Does it really make a a scrap of difference to me whether laws are made in Westminster or Brussels?
What do I care about? I’ll tell you, People able to work if they want to, a safety net for those in need, a fair and efficient tax system whereby all those that should pay tax do so, including major conglomerates. We were moving in that direction, I’m not saying this nation was perfect, but I keep asking where would I prefer to live. The question is however, ‘where the hell are we going now?’
We have a broken union, a pound decimated, Companies looking at moving operations out of Britain, companies looking to invest in the EU rather than Britain and many people contributing to the wealth of this country who are frightened about their future. The xenophobics have done a great job. It’s obscene.
‘It’ll be okay’ they say, ‘We’ll do a deal with the EU along the lines of Norway.’
Will we? And how long will it take? And how much damage will be done in the meantime? And will it really put us in a better position than we are now?
‘Oh yes but we’ve got the rest of the world to deal with. Look at the growth in India and China, we’ll deal with them.’
Are they really trying to tell us that nobody else is going to deal with these countries? Is every other country going to bow to independent Britain and say ‘After you.’ I don’t think so. Oh and by the way, in case you hadn’t noticed the Chinese economy is buggered and Indian growth is from a very low base line.
And now, all the rats have left the sinking ship, they panicked, knifed each other and couldn’t face the reality. They’ll continue to barrack from the sidelines and continue to contribute sod all, apart from negativity, poverty and despair.
What saddens me are the number of untruths the ‘Out’ campaign told. People voted to leave the EC due to lies. This is not democracy and it makes the result extremely suspect. Many people are now saying they made the wrong decision and should have voted to remain.
Mistakes happen, but we cannot allow the country to fail due to people voting for what turns out to be a pack of lies.
The country is in a mess and we need to be brave. We have to say that due to the unrest there should be a second referendum. If people vote to leave again so be it. However, now people have a much clearer idea of the consequences I think we will get a more balanced decision, based on truth and reality.
Our government owe it to the country to create stability, jobs and wealth. Individuals cannot resign and leave us to an unknown future based on jingoistic woolly thinking with no idea of the consequences. You’d have thought we may have learnt something from the Iraq debacle. Sadly not.
Cameron won the last general election because people believed in his strength. Now his successor needs to show that strength to re create the country we all fought so hard to achieve.
One final thought – Watching and learning about the Battle of the Somme over the last few days puts the whole EU debate into perspective for me. My Grandfather fought at the Somme and was buried for three days following a bomb blast. Mentally he never really recovered. My Father was a flyer with the Fleet Air Arm in WW2. He was with the Artic Convoys keeping the shipping lanes clear from U boats. He spent his 21st birthday being given the last rights. This was after a horrific flying accident when his plane crashed into the sea following take off from an aircraft carrier. He was a very wise and successful man and used to say, ‘The EC is far from perfect but anything that keeps war away from Europe has to be a good thing and worth paying for’.
I see Gove, Farage and Johnson in the same light as those idiot generals from WW1. No plan for what next. Just stupid rhetoric. I’m sickened by the whole thing
We shouldn’t however give up now, we should fight for what is right. That is what true democracy is all about.
The current situation reminds me of the Hans Anderson story ‘The Emperors new Clothes.’ Two weavers conned the Emperor, selling him a supposed invisible suit. They said that wise people will see clothes of the highest quality, only fools will see nothing. The Emperor paraded his new clothes, people pretended to be wise and said nothing. Then a child cried out ‘He isn’t wearing anything at all!’
Farage and Gove were the weavers, the Emperor was Boris, the Brexit voters were the wise people. I see myself as the child.
Be proud Brexiteers, be very very proud
Do tune in to Radio Oxford 2pm this afternoon. If you’re out of area you can listen at:-
People have been asking if they can hear my interview with Graeme Logan on K107FM. Here it is:- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VYMiA7PAavI&feature=youtu.be …
Apparently it is now politically incorrect to compliment a woman or have the audacity to ask her out on a date. I formally apologise to all those I have had the impudence to call beautiful, gorgeous or lovely over the years and to those I asked to join me for an evening’s entertainment. Whether they agreed to my subversive behaviour or otherwise does not allow for such indecent and obscene proposals. No doubt when I’m doing porridge for such heinous crimes I will have time to reflect on my sins. Perhaps I can share my cell with somebody from IS and we can deliberate on our misdoings together
God I hate New Year. What is it after all, the fag end of Christmas. Everyone by then is sick of booze and stuffing themselves and now they’re forced to shove even more down their throats!
There you’re at the local pub, the music’s so bloody loud you can’t hear the conversation, which truth be told is a definite bonus but if you hear Hi Ho sodding Silver Lining one more time you swear your going to throttle the DJ.
The bloke who invited you has cried off sick and you’re stuck with people you don’t want to be with in the first place, all pretending to be having a jolly good time. So you get totally pissed, just to improve the company.
Then the dancing starts. ‘Oh God’ the world suddenly thinks they should be on Strictly and you see life’s pathetics bouncing up and down believing they‘re Anton Du Beke. They really look like stuffed marrows on wheels!
At 12 O’clock the corks pop and out comes the cheap cava or revolting Asti Spumante and you sing Auld Lange Syne, not that you know the words and back slap people you can’t stand. Sad old woman kiss you somewhat more passionately than they’d care to remember the following morning and you can guarantee one of them stinks of vomit because she had a couple more than her usual small glass of sherry.
You walk outside for a breath of fresh air and see the next door neighbour groping his daughter’s best friend. He glares at you as she runs off covered in embarrassment, and sheepishly slurs, ‘Well she is eighteen’ – he’s 58!!
Of course there’s the New Year’s Resolutions, ‘I’m going to lose weight’ I’m going to give up smoking’ ‘I’m going to be kind to old people’ Don’t worry, you’ll be sober tomorrow and have forgotten them all
Some twat decides he’s got a Scottish ancestor so everyone should go ‘first footing’ – that is knocking on some poor soul’s door and scrounging yet another drink, as if you haven’t had enough! Not content with that you’ve got to give the bloke a piece of coal, it’s tradition. Can you imagine being woken up at 2 o’clock in the morning by a bunch of drunks and being handed a bit of Arthur Scargill’s heritage?
Well you get to bed at 3, drunk as a skunk and wake up the following morning with your tongue feeling like sandpaper. Your head’s throbbing and you vow that you’re never going to drink again.
This year I’m staying in to watch Jules Holland on tele
Happy New Year!