Category Archives: European Union

Go Now.

Go Now.

It is often said amongst Conservative circles that “blue on blue” is a fight we should never have.

I don’t agree with that, but I do try and always make sure my criticisms are logical and valid.

I would just like to make a plea to Prime Minister Theresa May.

Yes, I know, she doesn’t read my little blog and never will.  But sometimes it takes many small voices to get one big voice to listen.

Mrs May.  Please make way for a new Leader.

I am sure you have done your best.  I am sure you believed in what you were doing.  I am sure you meant well.

But you led us into a disastrous early election, you ran the worst campaign many of us have ever seen.

And now you are reneging on our commitment to a proper Brexit.

Inside the Westminster bubble it must seem as though things are going okay.

Things are not going okay.

Your present path leads the Conservative Party to disaster and the country into dark waters.

We voted for Brexit.  You said you would deliver it.  This sham you are trying to push through is not real Brexit.

Please.  Go now.  Make way for a Leader who has the ability, courage and desire to deliver on the democratic will of the British people.

It is nearly too late, but not quite.  Yet.  Do the right thing for Party and Country.  Please.

You may think it will be messy, and you are right.  But not nearly as messy and damaging as if you hold on.

 

I’ll Just Leave This Here

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Cut the EU red tape

This article can be found in full here at the Daily Telegraph.

Cut the EU red tape choking Britain after Brexit to set the country free from the shackles of Brussels

Britain must sweep aside thousands of needless EU regulations after Brexit to free the country from the shackles of Brussels, a coalition of senior MPs and business leaders have demanded.

On Wednesday, Theresa May will start the formal process of leaving the EU when she invokes Article 50, giving her a “once in a lifetime opportunity” to rejuvenate the UK economy.

Today, the Telegraph calls on the Conservative Party to promise a bonfire of EU red tape in its 2020 manifesto to put Britain on a radically different course.

The proposal has the backing of the former Conservative leader Iain Duncan Smith, who believes the Tories should promise at the next election to “whittle away” unnecessary rules, reducing the “burden” on businesses and citizens.

He said: “Let us leave and then the Conservative Party at the next election needs to say, ‘we can reduce the cost on business and on individuals by reducing regulations which will improve our competitiveness, our productivity and therefore ultimately our economy.'”

According to a House of Commons report, ministers will have to import 19,000 EU rules and regulations on to our statute books as part of the Great Repeal Bill, which will take shape in a white paper published on Thursday.

EU regulations are estimated to cost Britain a total of more than £120?billion per year. The Common Agricultural Policy alone reportedly costs £10?billion in direct costs and by inflating food prices.

After Brexit occurs in 2019, the merits of each regulation will be assessed before a decision is made on whether to jettison it or not.

Lord Lawson, the former Chancellor, said the Conservatives must then swiftly seize the chance to “transform the British economy” by cutting “massive” numbers of EU regulations.

How Clear Does It Need To Be?

How Clear Does It Need To Be?

I don’t know about you, dear reader, but I am bored with people saying “The British Public didn’t vote to leave the Single Market” and variations on that theme.  It’s a crock.  So I was pleased when Guido Fawkes released this video confirming that there really wasn’t any doubt:

http://order-order.com/2016/10/12/brexit-means-leaving-single-market/

 

And what about the people who keep trying to claim that Government needs to ask Parliament for permission because it was never clear that the result would actually be implemented?

Here’s the actual paperwork that the Government sent out to everybody:

referendum-vote-to-leave

I mean come on!  How clear do you want it?  Stop whining, move on, remainiacs.  You lost. ;)

 

Why We Need Leadsom

Why We Need Leadsom

If you think that the EU Referendum result was the end of the matter, you are wrong.

This argument is far from over.  The REMAINers, as a group rather than individually, still do not accept the result and still fight to turn it around.  This is true both of those undemocratic people who would seek to get another referendum because they did not like the result of the first one, and of those even worse people who are trying to encourage MPs to stitch up the result by various Parliamentary tricks and shenanigans.

For the next decade these people will seek to make everything about that vote.  Well – everything that goes wrong.  Things that go right will be quietly forgotten about.

The vote to Leave the EU was about who makes the decisions in regards to our nation.  Nothing more.  It is entirely possible that a future Government could decide to do everything the EU says forevermore and so there would be no change – but that would be poor decisions on that Government’s part, not a result of the referendum.  Every horror story you might hear could certainly happen, but would be the result of future decisions by our Government rather than a direct result of the referendum.  All the referendum did was signal our desire for our own elected Parliament to make these calls instead of the unelected heads of a power-hungry international superstate.

The most direct danger to BREXit is Theresa May.

Theresa May was for Remain.  Worse than that she is an authoritarian autocrat.  The future decisions about things like what happens to foreign people living here, or our own ex-pats living elsewhere, trading terms, tariffs, international law – these things will be thrashed out by a negotiating team put in place by the new Prime Minister.  An authoritarian Remainer is likely to pack that team with her fellow travellers, her ideological friends.  Having a team of negotiators who are broadly of the Remain side, establishment figures who didn’t want to leave in the first place, would be disastrous.

Andrea Leadsom, as well as being level-headed, clear thinking and financially very astute has one very major bonus.  She was a LEAVEr and has made clear her intention to push hard for a quick resolution.  She is likely to fill her negotiating team not with “yes men” and vested interests, but with people who will genuinely seek the best outcome in keeping with the result of the referendum.  People with the ability to deliver.

A vote for May is, in my opinion, a very bad idea in many, many respects.  I think she would be a dangerous and divisive figure leading the country.  But also it’s a vote to scupper BREXit at this early stage.  Which would lead to the most dire of consequences for the Conservative party and for the nation as a whole.

Independence Day

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My Last Word On The EU Referendum

My Last Word On The EU Referendum

I’m done. I will write nothing more on this subject after this piece.  The debate has been awful – but it was always going to be.  Because it is not a debate about facts, there are no true “facts” unless you have a crystal ball.  The underlying argument is political and philosophical.  Nobody wants to admit this and so they just keep scaremongering and slinging mud at one another.

So this is my take on it, for anybody who cares.  And if nobody cares, I don’t really care that they don’t care.

I will be voting LEAVE tomorrow.

It is not for reasons of economics, really.  My view is that Britain will be better off out, though I definitely accept there will be some choppy waters to be navigated initially.  Such is always the way with adventurous journeys.  But I equally think we would do okay if we stayed in – we are an industrious and hard-working nation.  We will always be okay.

It is not for reasons of immigration.  I think the people who have come to live in the UK are broadly and generally a benefit to us and I welcome them.  I very much hope any post-Brexit negotiations will involve as many staying as want to, in return for our own ex-pats being able to do the same elsewhere.

And I really don’t give a monkey’s what Barack Obama, Tony Blair, David Cameron, John Major or the Governor of the Bank of England has to say.  They are no more soothsayers than my next door neighbour or the guy in the pub with the England flag.  Nor do I care what any rich business owner or unelected head of some institution thinks.  They are entitled to their view, bought and paid for though it may sometimes be.  But in this we are all equal.  Nobody knows.

I am voting LEAVE because I believe in the supremacy of our elected national Parliament.  I am voting LEAVE because I believe that our country has fared well and flourished over centuries of national self-determination.

I am voting LEAVE because, as a Conservative and a free-marketeer I believe in small Government, encouraging FREE trade with the whole wider world and democracy delivered through the electoral decisions of the people.  Who then have the power to boot all those elected people out, if they don’t like what they do.

I am voting LEAVE because I believe in our country.  I am not frightened that we can’t “pull our weight” in the world.  I am not frightened that we will be “alone and friendless” in a scary planet.  I do not think we “punch above our weight,” I think that as members of the EU we punch way below our weight.  This has always been an incredible country and all the things that made it so are still there, just smothered in layer upon layer of bureaucracy, regulation and fear.  It’s not all the EU’s fault, but the EU is a symbol of what is wrong.  It represents an inward-looking, nervous disposition which is a recent development amongst some people in our country and one that I don’t want any part of.

But most of all I am voting LEAVE because it just feels right to me.  I don’t claim that there will not be consequences.  Of course there will be consequences.  You cannot untangle an immense international bureaucracy and political project that goes back decades without there being consequences.  But there will also be consequences if we choose to stay.

Nobody knows the future.  I choose to vote LEAVE because in my view we do not need, or benefit from, our membership of the European Union.  I love Europe and I love our neighbouring nations in Europe.  I wish them all nothing but the best.  But leaving a political project does not stop us working with them, helping them or trading with them.  Quite the reverse, I suspect, in the longer term.

I think we will probably vote to Remain, because fear is a powerful thing.  But I hope not.  I hope we have the courage to kick open the cage and spread our wings.  We won’t be alone.  We will be together.  There are millions of us; English, Scottish, Irish and friends from other places who have made this country their own.  We are brothers and sisters and cousins and neighbours and friends on these islands, united under the red, white and blue of the Union Flag.  I can’t think of better company to keep, as we fly towards the horizon – and the future.

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“Expose yourself to your deepest fear; after that, fear has no power, and the fear of freedom shrinks and vanishes. You are free.”
– Jim Morrison

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uyd6OLyhPJo

Price To Pay

Price To Pay

The Prime Minister and the Chancellor certainly have their detractors and always have had.  People who hate them, really really hate them.  But up until recently I suspect there was still a majority for a modicum of respect and a fair number who admired the work they have done.  The election results last year would seem to support that.

But this EU Referendum Campaign – oh my goodness.  They might as well have taken their records and ripped them up in the eyes of many people.  There’s a lot of talk from the “Remain” camp suggesting that the “Leave” side have acted unfairly.  But it seems like deflection to me.

Yes, the debate has been awful.  Yes, it is dissolved into mutual scaremongering and escalating levels of guesstimate nonsense on both sides.  But the abuse of their positions of authority and the sheer level of Project Fearness is off the scale on the “Remain” side, and this is led by the Prime Minister and the Chancellor.

You expect this from the left.  From the likes of Polly Toynbee in the Guardian and Owen whatsisname – you know, the giant child who wants to make every news story about him.  You expect it from the loopy back-to-the-Seventies current Labour “leadership” (and I use the term lightly.)

You expect it from those folks who are absolutely sure that because they have degrees in multiple ‘ologies they obviously know more ideal Government philosophies than somebody who works on an orchard, or in a shop, or on a factory floor.  “People who are voting in are better educated,” they say, while eating an apple pie grown on an orchard, bought in a shop and cooked, processed and packaged on the factory floor.  While they get their self-important arrogant technocracy head on they seem to forget the entire point of universal franchise.  As though the diploma they were given by the elite institution they spent some time in is some magical talisman of all-knowing.  And the rest of the world?  It appears we are all just muggles to them.

If “Remain” win next week I have no clue how the pair will hold the warring sides of the Conservative party together.  I just don’t think they will be able to.  Their behaviour during the campaign has done an immense amount of damage. Despite many calls for “party unity” I simply can’t see how they will repair things.  There is no good will left for them that I can detect.  But if “Leave” wins – which it might – then they are finished, surely?

What a sad state of affairs.  Who advised them to use these tactics?  They would have done just as well, probably better, playing it honest and straight.  All this negativity, the veiled threats, the increasingly desperate looking condemnation of people who don’t agree with them?  It was completely the wrong tactic and there will be a price to pay.  Probably more than one price.

Brexit The Movie

Brexit The Movie

This is the full movie produced from Crowd sourced funds.   Obviously it has its own bias, but its well put together and very interesting.

On The Wagon

On The Wagon

Once Upon A Time, there was a group of men at the top of a mountain.  They all wanted to get different places on the mountain, but the one thing they all had in common was that all the places they wanted to be were lower than the top.

The mountain was dangerous.  There were thieves and highwaymen lurking in the shadows.  The roads were treacherous and poorly-kept.  There were sudden and frightening vast ravines and crumbling cliff faces.  You could die.

The men decided there was safety in numbers and so when two of them, Kurt and Pierre, suggested travelling together the others agreed.  It took a little work to get them to agree though.  After all, the men were all quite different to one another.  They had different mannerisms and personalities, they didn’t always get along, sometimes they were downright grumpy with one another.  But they did all share the goal of being lower on the mountain and that was enough to bind them together.

The men built a huge wooden cart.  It was an impressive vehicle.  Vast wheels would eat up the downward miles easily and cling to the narrow roads, heavy construction would protect from external threats, clever suspension would cushion the bumps on the mountain passes.  Almost everybody was impressed and climbed in.  But one of the men, John, hung back.  An Independent fellow who had long lived on a part of the mountain quite separate from the others and learnt self-sufficiency (and was, frankly, a little more suspicious of the others because he had fallen out with them so many times), was not quite ready to commit to the unknown.  Instead, he trotted along behind the wagon as it began to roll.

Things went well, the wagon began to roll ponderously along the paths and around the corners.  John kept pace okay, he was fit and healthy and didn’t mind the exercise.  But he could see his fellows up front, whooping with joy at the ride, safe from the rain and the robbers, and he remained unsure about his decisions.  He wasn’t lonely because his old friends Dafydd, Patrick and Hamish had stuck by him and were trotting behind too – even though they were less sure than he that this was ideal.

Hamish, Dafydd and Patrick were urging him to rethink, and often Pierre or Kurt would call back: “Come on John!  Join us.  This is a grand adventure.”  Eventually, John became convinced that he was being a fool.  His fears about the enterprise were groundless.  He agreed to take part and his little group caught up with the wagon and pulled themselves inside.

Perhaps things could have continued like that forever, with the cart rumbling in the right direction and everybody feeling safer together?  But some of the people inside were convinced that the exciting endeavor could be improved.  Whenever they rolled past somebody they would invite them inside – even if they were nothing like the individuals who had began to journey.  Inside the wagon, in an attempt to prevent minor squabbles some of the men began telling the others when they could look out of the windows, which bits of the mountain they could or could not visit in future.  Rules began to be made about everything – what they should wear, what they could carry, when they could be active and when they should rest.  Many of the individuals inside were used to deciding these things for themselves and balked at being told what to do like children.

At some point, somebody added extra paneling.  A few robbers arrows had penetrated the hull and the response was to thicken the shell and seal the exits.  They were safer now.  It was a bit darker without windows and getting out for some fresh air was more difficult with so many locks and bolts on the doors.  But security was important.

As the mountain roads descended they grew steeper and the wagon gathered pace.  Corners were taken at speed rather than use unnecessary energy to slow down.  This meant that when sharp corners were navigated everybody had to be instructed to lean inwards, towards the mountain, to prevent the wagon falling over an edge and crashing to the rocks below.  During these regular scary twists and turns all the men were on top of one another, leaning inwards, pressed close and frightened.  Even though they managed each time, somehow, to stay on the road, they became tetchy and surly with one another.  Partly due to the unwelcome proximity and invasion of personal space, and partly to cover how terrified they were.

Some time later the wagon reached breakneck pace.  It was now barreling down the road, screaming around the corners, everybody was clinging to their seats and making small talk – pretending there was nothing to fear.  Pierre and Kurt had declared that slowing down was no longer even an option.  They proposed that the most important thing was the continuing mutual journey, which had been taken with the best of intentions and was still the best option for them all.  Their solution was to remove the brakes entirely.  This would discourage anybody silly enough to even consider a slower pace.  From now on, the route down the mountain was going to be an ever faster journey.

John had tried his best.  He didn’t want to be a bad companion.  But he had spent his life as a self-sufficient independent man.  Being cooped up in here, being unable to change the way things were done, having Kurt and Pierre tell him how much they liked him being there but overrule most of what he suggested was really irritating.  And he really really didn’t like the speeds they were at.  He worried that sooner or later they would take a corner too fast, or hit an obstacle they couldn’t avoid.  So one day he announced he was thinking about getting off the wagon.

They didn’t want him to get off the wagon.  Partly because John was a useful guy to have around and they liked making use of his many skills.  Partly because John was well-known and respected and they needed him there.  But mostly because they had convinced everybody else that you simply couldn’t get off the wagon.  It was going too fast now.  Leaving a moving vehicle on a steep mountain road was suicide.  Was he crazy?  And if John managed to do it – others might think they could do it too.  Kurt and Pierre didn’t always agree on everything, but they did agree that a huge wagon like this needed lots of people to keep it rolling.

“Listen,” said John, “You give me some changes and then maybe I won’t get off.  I don’t want much.  If you guys don’t want a brake, fine.  But I’d like one put in for emergencies, even if its only me that pulls it.  Also, maybe I could choose a different colour coat when you all agree to wear green ones?  And I’d quite like to still be able to sell the wooden ornaments I carve to peaceful folk on the road as we pass them.  Oh, and in the night, I don’t want everybody laying all over me, I’m getting almost no rest at all with so many people trying to share my sleeping space.  It’s cramped and I don’t love garlic as much as some of you.  No offence intended, old chaps.”

John had meetings with Oto and with Leon, with Daan and with Alfons.  He tried to get them all to see that in order for him to stay he just needed them to be reasonable and a bit less bossy.  He wanted to sell stuff when he could and sleep in his own bed, undisturbed.  Was this so much to ask?  They listened politely.  They agreed that instead of a green coat, John could wear a light green coat on Thursdays, in the afternoon, sometimes.  He could sell his wooden widgets, but only if he could conduct the transaction with the person on the road as the wagon passed by at fifty kilometres per hour.  And only if he could get the goods to the buyer in one accurate, careful throw.  (And as long as he didn’t mind paying a tariff.)  They even promised not to be so bossy – on the condition that he did as he was told afterwards.  The bed thing was a no go though.  Being in the wagon meant sharing beds and that was that.

John pondered what to do.  Hamish was absolutely refusing to leave and John was worried about their friendship.  The others had agreed to some reforms, so that was good.  But he couldn’t ignore the fact that the wagon was still getting faster and the mountain roads were not getting any safer.  They had nearly lost Alexandros earlier in the week in a particularly nerve-racking maneuver.  John looked at the mountain wall, flashing by in the late afternoon sun.  He looked at the vast cliff on the other side of the wagon.  He wondered if, as he leaped off, he would be dashed on the rocks or plummet over the edge.  His friends wouldn’t be there to help him – they’d be rolling off ahead and into the sunset.

“What to do, what to do,” John wondered.  It was a stay of execution, or a leap of faith.  The familiarity of the known versus the fear of the unknown.  “I didn’t used to be so scared,” He said to himself.  “When did I become so dependent?”  The wagon had changed everything.  John just had to decide whether to stay on and see where the ride ended.  Or throw himself off the back and take the fall and its consequences.  Anybody who said there was an easy answer simply wasn’t paying attention.

Not The End.