On 24 June 2016, I felt true elation. The day before. 17.4 million Britons had played ‘x marks the spot’, and delivered a two-fingered salute to the European Union. We’re OUT. We’re throwing off the corrupt, stifling stranglehold of the EU, so kiss my ass Juncker, you pisshead cunt. ‘Brexit means Brexit’ said Mrs May.
Erm, two years on, and we’ve got ‘The Chequers Plan’, the government’s proposal for effecting our withdrawal from The Fourth Reich. Now I’ve tried to navigate my way through the detail, but I’ve become bogged down by some bureaucratic obfuscation. Terminology notwithstanding, I think I’m getting a handle on some of the essentials, and what I’m seeing is giving me the right hump.
Take the matter of immigration, a crucial issue during the referendum campaign. According to May, the Plan means an end to free movement as far as we’re concerned. Instead, we’ll get ‘reciprocal mobility arrangements’. Excuse me? Does it sound to you that we’d be taking back control of our borders as far as THAT bit of mumbo jumbo goes?
Then there’s the question of finance. We’re ponying up £30-40 billion as a divorce settlement, yet on top of this, we’ll be liable for shelling out further unspecified billions annually on the likes of EU aid programmes and ‘defence funding and co-ordination’, under ‘an association agreement’.
What about the all important question of law?. A ‘joint institutional framework’ is proposed, to facilitate UK-EU arrangements. But agreement on our part means that we’ll be subject to the EU’s ‘common rulebook’; in effect, rulings of the European Court of Justice will take precedence over those of UK courts.
As I see it, essentially the UK will still be subject to diktats from the Fuhrerbunker.
Our businesses will be forced to abide by EU regulations, and ECJ rulings will be binding on our citizens, while we will have no representation within EU institutions. We’ll be rule-takers, NOT rule-makers; out, but not REALLY…
I could go on, but I hope you’ve got my point. The EU wants to kick us to discourage others from following our lead, while getting its claws on as much of our cash as possible, all while pursuing its own dubious political dream of a ‘superstate’ run by the Brussels elite.
‘Brexit means Brexit’? Not on the basis of this fucking Judas sell-out. To quote Jacob Rees-Mogg, ‘Chequers is NOT Brexit’, and he’s bang on the money; it AIN’T what we voted for. No Mrs M, you can take your plan and fuck off over there. Then when you get there, you can fuck off again.
Meanwhile you folks, let’s all do the Chequers Hokey Cokey. We’re IN, no we’re OUT, in out in out shake it all about…
Nominated by Ron Knee