Leaving the EU

Not helped by the recent negative news on the topic, I imagine, the incessant ranting about Brexit has got us all down. For the most part I feel exasperated by what seems like gutless performances from so many of our politicians who seem to buckle at the thought of leaving the EU on anything except on a rose petal strewn path. They seem all too ready to bow to whatever the Europeans demand. I suppose, brought up on Spitfires and empire I have a more belligerent and defiant view. What happened to the plucky British who stood alone and cocked a snook at the aggressors? The mere thought that we might not be able to fill our fridges full to bursting and that we all might have to tighten our belts a few notches for the foreseeable future, has too many of us buckling at the knees. Part of me says to hell with the Commission’s bully boys, let’s tell them to go to hell and settle for hard times for the next five to ten years, if we have to. It does seem that if Hitler came along today we’d too easily settle for speaking German and giving the out stretched arm salute.

It’s quite a turnaround for me who voted to remain and was a staunch Single Market supporter. However, I was never ever a supporter of a United States of Europe. I suppose I never believed that it would happen. At the time of the referendum, I recall, much of Europe’s population seemed about to revolt. I accept that most of the negative feeling was brought about by the refugee crises and Mrs Merkel’s open door policy. It seemed to me that, if we hung on a bit longer, then the pan European ideal would fade and we would be left with the effective and valuable trading association for which we originally signed up. The strong showing of Ms le Pen in France, the strength of the German right and the rather anti-federalist feelings in Poland, Hungry and other European countries meant, I figured, that we could, in the medium term, continue with the benefits of EU membership without the prospects of much further integration. Well, the various opposition factions all over Europe didn’t quite make it over the wall (although they’ve not gone away),  the European economy has picked up and the refugees seem somehow to be less of a crisis as, I think,  national presses play down the issues. The fright some people felt about Turkey joining the EU and hordes of Turks arriving at our door has largely gone away, for now at any rate.

I don’t know the truth but the fact that it appears that the remaining twenty-seven are all so united against us, makes me want to fight back and say to hell with them – let’s go WTO rules and face whatever comes. The British media doesn’t help and seems utterly determined to undermine our own government, enthusiastically egged on by opposition politicians who, to my mind, would be happy to see Britain humiliated and sunk beneath the waves if they thought it was their way to power.

Of course, as a retiree and moderately well off pensioner, it’s probably easy for me to call for bravery and standing up for our country, even if it means a period of very hard times. My job isn’t on the line; if, for instance, all the car makers decide to move out of Britain, I won’t be unemployed. One can’t blame people for being concerned about their livelihoods and the wellbeing of their families. Strangely enough, it was the areas where the foreign owned factories were located, that voted most strongly for Brexit. Conversely, I imagine those involved with financial services in the city must also be chewing their nails, they certainly didn’t opt of leaving the EU.

Notwithstanding my very sincere sympathies for those who would undoubtedly lose out from a hard Brexit, I believe we should accept the worst if an honourable deal cannot be achieved. Let’s face it, the British were always lousy Europeans anyway. We insisted in being outside of Schengen, eschewed the Euro and battled like crazy to preserve our supremacy in world financial services. As strong allies of our American cousins and speakers of the world’s favourite language, we were always on a collision course with the French who see it as their God given right for French culture and the French language to be the world’s norms.

If we have to leave on bad terms, so be it. If it means me paying a lot more tax to support those worst off, so be it. If I have to give up Chateauneuf du Pape, Brie and, out of sheer pique, my Renault, Peugeot, BMW, Mercedes and Porsche, so be it. If I have to take my continental holidays in Devon and to hold my head high, then so be it.

All aboard for Dingley Dell. Standard Eight drop head coupe

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