Well the male feminists in EU-blue pussy hats were out in
what they saw as a show of force in a pointless march on the capital at the
weekend. And a lovely weekend it was for it. What were they marching for and
did they achieve it? Don’t know and nope are the obvious answers, but one thing
is for sure, it’s the same tired old turnout they get for anti-war marches,
save the NHS marches and don’t you go blaming islam marches. While some are
genuinely moved enough to demonstrate their opposition to the issue of the day,
the hard-left core is made up of a resolute bunch of malcontents who could find
fault with oxygen.
The natural age for pratting about with placards is late
teens through to early twenties – the students are revolting we’d josh - and although
there are some crusties out there, singing the slogans and re-living their
similarly pointless CND heydays the thing that ties them all together is
another preserve of youthful folly; trusting gullibility. Trusting in a
narrative being fed to them by that same hard core of activists who are so
convinced of their own righteousness they can actually ignore outright the
self-evident realities of the world.
Realities such as who pays for all this freedom you
enjoy? Who protects you when the exercise of your free speech forces on society
pressures it didn’t ask for? And when it all comes down to it, what, really,
are you protesting about? How many of the marchers were super-informed,
high-intellect voters, in contrast to the ignorant racists you insist were the
only people to vote to leave? I ask because from odd snippets of reportage I
saw and heard, the arguments to remain in the EU seem to revolve around unrealistic
(and unrealised) bounty within and hyped-up fears of what lies beyond.
Without irony the same old platitudes were trotted out
about better together and how the EU, not NATO and national military expertise
has kept peace. (Oh, except for Bosnia and now the skirmishes breaking out all
over the battle-unready union.) For over forty years we have been a thorn in
the side of the EU due to our uneasy aversion to being ruled over from afar; touché
you may well reply. But on that basis the marchers ought to welcome Brexit; it
will let the EU get on with arriving at its end goal all the sooner. Oh, except
with one major net contributor down and an ever accelerating immigration-centred
population crisis to fund that is unlikely to happen. So, what, they want to
keep us shackled to the doomed hulk?
The truth is they don’t know what they want. And
ironically, having accused we merry band of Brexiteers of being in thrall to a
global conspiracy to lessen the significance of this island that they deem to be so insignificant
already as to have no influence anyway it is nevertheless our departure that is
causing the remainers on both sides of the Channel to lose their collective
minds. As well as Juncker, Tusk, Verhofstadt and co doing their best pre-fight
trash talk we had the unedifying spectacle of Alastair Campbell close to a full
on breakdown on air on Good Morning Britain yesterday. It was joyous to behold.
You talkin' to me? I'm the only one here...
And Gina Miller’s veil has slipped as she revealed, as we
all really knew, that blocking Brexit is her true motive. Add to this the collective
wailings of Tim Farron, Anna Soubry, Michael Heseltine and the demented A C
Grayling and it’s hard not to class them all as swivel-eyed loons. Not since the
Tony Blackburn/Tessa Wyatt debacle have I witnessed such a public display of self-harm.
But look out for tomorrow. We are in the throes of a mental health crisis according
to, well, everybody on the radio this morning. Expect that crisis to deepen; if
anything is going over a cliff it is the sanity of the Remoaners.
