The list of The New Guilty Men is seemingly endless: there have been clueless politicians like Young Dave and his pal George, Liam Fox, David Davis, Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson, Jacob Rees Mogg, Dominic Raab, Andrea Leadsom, Kate Hoey, Nigel “Thirsty” Farage, Nadine Dorries, Bernard Jenkin, Michael “Oiky” Gove, and Dan, Dan The Oratory Man. There have been intellectually bankrupt pundits following in their wake.
That roll of shame is rather longer, containing as it does such luminaries as Isabel Oakeshott, Tim Montgomerie, Iain Martin, Iain Dale, the perpetually thirsty Paul Staines, Trevor Kavanagh, Quentin Letts (let’s not), Richard Littlejohn, Amanda Bloody Platell, Sarah Baxter, Simon “Enoch was right” Heffer, Rod “a smile, a song, and a four pack of Stella” Liddle, Andrew Pierce (in a pink shirt), and Julia Hartley Dooda.
Added to those has been the collective cluelessness of lobby groups such as the TPA, IEA, CPS, ASI, Brexit Central and the rest. There has also been the participation of newspaper editors and proprietors. All knew more about Brexit than anyone who actually did know about the subject. All knew the EU would do what we wanted. And all were talking out of the backs of their necks. Because they knew Sweet Jack Shit.
Let us not drive this one round the houses for too long: We The People have been systematically, cynically and deliberately lied to on an industrial scale for years. So many in the UK have believed that we are the righteous ones, and that the puny foreigners would bend to our will, before the force of our superior arguments. This was bullshit.
And it was in the pleasant surroundings of the Austrian city of Salzburg that all the years of lies and braggadocio came crashing down on their first contact with reality. EU leaders, and heads of the other 27 member states’ Governments, are not stupid people. Nor are they of infinite patience. Nor are they amenable to spending year after year being ritually slagged off by brainless mercenary politicians and pundits in the UK.
So it should have come as no surprise when Theresa May’s “Chequers Compromise”, delivered with a “take it or leave it” attitude, was firmly, almost brutally, rebuffed. This happened because the EU has finally had enough of being screwed around by the UK.
For decades, we’ve been allowed the exceptionalism of not joining the Euro and not joining Schengen. We kept our rebate, moaned about free movement while not bothering to properly implement its provisions, and yes, blamed all our ills on the EU.
So when push finally came to shove, what do you think happened? Those EU leaders finally decided they’d had enough. If we want to behave like the petulant child of Europe, fine. But don’t expect us to do it on their patch, and on their time.
Today’s Salzburg encounter is the day the Brexit charade died. The chance of getting a no-deal outcome through Parliament is not unadjacent to zero. The idea that the assembled gobshites and nonentities like Farage, Rees Mogg, Bozza and the rest could cobble together an alternative plan and rescue the situation is laughable.
Our political class and their press pals have sold us down the river. Now we need someone to step up to the plate before our country gets totally fouled up.
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