My dear wife and I have been sat here this dark, Scottish autumn evening in the company of a village friend watching Parliament TV with a couple of bottles of vino (a Rioja and a chilled Pinot Grigio as it happens). Some might argue that we’re a bit sad, but there ya go. We’ve a significant vested interest in what’s going on at the moment. On the one hand, between us, we’re proud of our admittedly extremely flaky parliamentary democracy: elected representatives arguing vociferously and passionately within a framework of ancient debating rules and procedures. The interlocutors are not punching each other’s lights out, nor running each other through with rapiers, or worse.
Meantime out here we, the plebs, are not smashing up the streets. Between our parliamentarians and us (nattering away here in my Sitting Room, on LBC, on the BBC, on social media etc) we’re thrashing out the issues largely peaceably. OK, some – a few tens of thousands perhaps – take to the streets occasionally to wave their little EU flags, but it’s not exactly the gilet jaunes or Hong Kong. On the other hand, us little old wine drinkers here are ashamed of the spectacularly incompetent, self-serving superficiality of our Members of Parliament. The situation is thus, of course, because for a generation we’ve outsourced the governance and law-making procedures of this (once?) proud nation of ours to a bunch of unelected, unaccountable, self-serving kleptocratic oligarchs working out of a gin palace on foreign soil (aka the European Commission).
With a few notable exceptions, our own political representatives come across as largely clueless idiots who’ve made themselves pointless and emasculated in the wake of the ascendant and ever-growing power of the European Union (the swivel-eyed Guy Verhofstadt’s beloved nascent empire). Depressingly, so many – too many – of our MPs really are coming across as a waste of rations. The mess we’re in here in the UK is testament to the power of the European Union and the vision of its founding fathers. Member nations of the EU are supposed to be disempowered constitutionally and politically – and the UK is indeed disempowered constitutionally and politically. In fact, we’re witnessing the power of the European Union live here on Parliament TV as it screws over royally the elected representatives of the British people – and the UK spends yet another 3 months as a member of the EU in a kind of Groundhog Day existence. Member nations really are not supposed to leave the EU.
However, what is scary is that so many millions of my fellow citizens appear to be straining every sinew in their bodies to have our centuries-old democracy ditched in favour of having our country governed (dictated to) by what is an ultimately doomed foreign power. Can this be right, or am I missing something? It’s extremely difficult for us gathered here in my Sitting Room this evening to comprehend this phenomenon as we pour ourselves another glass of wine and look on agog at the workings of Parliament. Politicians desperate to divest themselves of any and all democratic accountability in favour of governance of the United Kingdom by Guy Verhofstadt’s tin-pot empire, whilst being cheered on from outside by those shouty folk on College Green waving their little EU flags in front of the TV cameras. Groundhog Day indeed.
Oh please, that this absurd mess would be terminated.
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