Showing posts with label EU renegotiation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label EU renegotiation. Show all posts

Sunday, 17 January 2016

Euro-File

The fake ‘deal’ is doing the rounds in pre-PR as various apparatchiks signal they may be prepared to accept David Cameron’s sub-optimal, unilateral ‘demands’ on Britain’s place in Europe. They are sounding out the reaction to them pretending to yield to Call-me-Dave’s irresistible negotiating skills; expect a blanket, if low-level coverage of the biggest non-event since Barry Manilow came out. This is merely the preamble to the final flourish when in February, Dave the Conjurer performs his trick and appears to pull a rabbit from the Euro-hat. A mangy, under-nourished, moulting rabbit with myxomatosis... and missing a lucky foot.

Meanwhile the plunge in the value of Chinese stocks market affecting western share values, together with a strong pound affecting exports plays right into the Europhiles’ wet-dream scenario  – ‘look how vulnerable we are’ goes the narrative ‘to jump ship now would be disastrous’. Don’t believe a thing, nothing has changed. And nothing will change; the EU is hell-bent on completing its mission even if it has to sacrifice all of its European values and traditions, if not actual human populations to do it. It will be an interesting race to see which comes first – Federal Europe, or Euro Caliphate – and I wouldn’t fancy calling the odds.

Don’t believe for a second, however, that voting to remain in the EU means maintaining any kind of status quo. The grip that Brussels has on us right now is already unacceptable; ever closer union means tighter bondage and anathema to lovers of freedom. If we do vote to remain we will assent to the acceleration of that process and we will be assimilated into the mire, directly subject to the hive-mind of the Eurocrats. Kicking and screaming will be irrelevant; we will relinquish home rule in a way that will simply not give us an option to leave again. Only bloody revolution would in future allow us to disengage from the matrix.

Representative democracy in the EU is a sham as all our barely-elected ‘representatives’ (do YOU know who your MEP is?) vote like sheep, like automatons, for whatever the unelected heads of the EU institutions put before them. They are unthinking rubber stamping machines for law after edict after regulation which further restricts the freedoms of individuals. The people the elected bods should be representing, we, are of course, beyond the pale. The lumpen proletariat of whom Marx was so fond; these are not your Islington intelligentsia but the horrible, clamouring needy, greedy masses, the sort of people any person seeking office would cross the road to avoid outside of election time. The great unwashed are the sort of people who need instructing in how to behave.

Those waving banners saying ‘immigrants welcome’ are nothing to worry about – the brainwashing has run deep in them; they will be no trouble. It’s the rest of us, the sensible majority who need fixing. Already the behaviour of ordinary citizens has moved away from allowing discretion and self-control and toward a system of statutes which decree what is acceptable; every ‘ism’ now has a criminal charge all ready to be deployed. You can say what you like about poor, white, straight folk, but woe betide those same who dare express fear or dislike. Policing by consent is steadily moving towards policing by force.

The sheep would have to vote against the dogs for Brexit to happen. But what if we did get a majority for common sense and self-determination? How long afterwards would EU lawyers decide the majority wasn’t large enough? Or the turnout insufficient? From past referendum performances it is entirely uncertain a Leave vote would be honoured and it is likely, with EU propaganda already arriving on people’s doorsteps, that the result would be overturned. Or the ballot re-cast. Ever closer union is what awaits us when we vote to remain. Unfettered, unchallenged. It would not surprise me in the least if the future involved the chipping and tracking of all individuals with summary trial and execution of sanctions without appeal becoming the norm.

The only way is out...

Organised opposition may not even be possible in future. Every minute aspect of your lives will be a matter of record – all public places surveilled from all angles, face recognition advanced to near 100% accuracy, voice recognition, iris scanning, automatic fingerprint scanning, number plate recognition. You won’t be able to take a shit without the NHS being instantly informed of your over-consumption of pies, by the internet of things working as spies in your home – spies that you have paid to take up residence. If you think that government rarely works for the people already, the EU future is not optimistic.  Don’t bother watching Big Brother. Big Brother is already watching you.

Wednesday, 11 November 2015

Done Deal

I learned about negotiation the hard way. Trying to sell my crappy old Honda 250 around about 1979, the fat greasy old bloke (he was probably about thirty) offered me £150 cash. I was a student, this was a fortune, but £100 shy of what I thought it was worth. “If you come back later it’ll be £100” was his response to my feeble attempt to suggest I’d get better elsewhere. I walked home, grateful for the much-needed cash, yet still resentful of the manner in which I had acquired it. I pretended to mates that, a) I had got what I asked for and, b) that I had stood my ground against stiff resolve.

When it comes to David Cameron’s fantasy renegotiation of Britain’s membership of the European Union, others far more informed than I have offered their gloomy analysis; here’s Toby Young in the Daily Telegraph: With the notable exception of David Lidington described on PM as ‘Europe Minister’, who could not or would not answer direct questions, absolutely nobody in the public eye appears to believe he will achieve anything other than the square root of fuck-all. (Here: 13 minutes in.)

At least – unlike David Cameron – I didn’t walk into the bike shop every Saturday and tell them how desperate I was for cash before turning up with my wheels and a begging bowl. None of Cameron’s ‘demands’ are significant, except whereby he reveals that in tentatively, indirectly asking for the maybe, a little bit, return of the supremacy of the British Parliament over British affairs, he is flat out admitting that we are entirely controlled legally by the EU. At least I got some money for my bike – all he is going to get (and it’s all he deserves) is a kick in the arse for his insolence.

The ONLY negotiating position had to be, from the outset, that we are leaving the club we can no longer afford to be a member of. Only if you offer us the earth will we even consider remaining. And even then you will have to grovel for it, pay us reparation and let British sides win the EUFA league for the next five straight years. Oh and suck our collective dick, because we had our fingers crossed when we shook on that little deal you interbred, Teutonic, frog-munching, sprout-mangling mongrels...

...and that nice Mrs Merkel told me to fuck off. I asked her, how quickly?
I have in my hand... absolutely sod all...

The point of a negotiation, as in any trade, is that each side has something the other side wants. And each side has demands in excess of what they will accept, together with an absolute, walk-away, red line below which no deal is possible. What Cameron should be demanding is effective British rule over the whole of the EU and his forget-it position should be if Merkel and co even blink at the demand. Because, let’s face it, none of the concessions he is pleading for are even up for grabs, so he may as well go for broke. What we are getting, however, is pure politics as theatre, nothing more.

And if what it takes for him to genuinely leave the table, as opposed to flouncing out just like in rehearsals, is for him to be tarred and feathered, trussed up like a Christmas turkey, bleeding like stuck pig and carried back to Westminster on a roasting pole in his complete humiliation then so be it. Few in British life would be particularly concerned. Those who want out are resolute, as are those who want in; they both made up their minds long ago. Which means the matter will be decided by the votes of those who can be persuaded; in other words, those who have nothing to negotiate. Does that sound like a good deal to you?