There can be few things more unedifying than seeing a man
of principle hounded out of his job for saying what he believes. Unlike the
majority of EU ‘Outers’ such as, admittedly, myself, John Longworth’s belief that
Britain will be better off out is not driven merely by a visceral distrust of
big state, federalist subjugation but by the very thing the Remainders have
long been demanding of the Leave camp - objective analysis.
“Show me the money!” they say. Show the detailed facts
and figures that prove the unprovable – that the economy won’t collapse
the day after we leave. Show your working, they insist, smug in their
complacent acceptance of a regime which for over forty years has remained
steadfastly unsatisfactory for even
those who remember the hard years post-war. In fact it is those very people in
the main, who dealt with the aftermath of World War II, who wish to return to
being an independent nation. After all it is what their parents and
grandparents fought for and they know it is right.
Not ‘a return to the nineteen fifties’ and not ‘a leap in
the dark’ either, but a return to self-rule and the ability to hold our rulers
to account. Younger people, who have never known a Britain outside the clutches
of the European Union, only hear what sounds to them like old racists complaining
about having to live in a diverse world. They have been brought up bombarded by
soft propaganda and have been fed a diet of bullshit from birth. The whole ‘nation
of immigrants’ canard is a falsehood that has been proved thus.
The population of Britain has changed more since 1948
than in the six thousand years previously, with a near homogenous genetic
make-up* ever since the English Channel formed, cutting off the continent from
civilisation. Not for nothing did Cecil Rhodes say that to be born English was
to have won the lottery of life. We are - or were - a truly favoured race. Yet
now we are in danger of dying out and which is worse, by our own hand.
They say, don’t change a winning formula. But sadly,
great intelligence does not automatically go hand in hand with great wisdom and
the thinkers and shapers of our modern age, liberal and guilt-ridden, have
fallen wholesale for a myth; a meme which reproduces and spreads like smallpox
through cloistered, privileged enclaves until it spills over and infects the general
population. It seems that immunity to the socially-transmitted disease of
diversity is only conferred by maturity and close observation.
They say we gain strength in diversity. So, the social divisions
that are threatening to tear us apart forever is strength? Asked for evidence
of this strength, as fear of strangers hardens like never before, they babble
on aimlessly about ‘diverse cultural
backgrounds bringing unique experiences and perceptions to the table’ and ‘diverse knowledge and skills leverage and strengthen
teams' productivity’ and ’spending
time with culturally diverse co-workers breaks down the subconscious barriers
of ethnocentrism and xenophobia’. This sort of nebulous idiocy can be found
plastered without thought on company websites the western world over and it is
palpable horse shit.
Well then, they say, what about the cuisine? Curry,
kebab, pizza, Chinese... fried chicken. You think because we’ve picked up a
taste for the exotic that if we shored up our borders the spices would disappear?
That takes a whole heap of gullible all by itself. We can have the benefit of
the world outside without having to invite the whole world inside. We already
did. In the new battle for Britain and in the face of forty years of evidence to
the contrary, the onus is not on the optimistic leavers to prove that the
future is bright, rather it is on the hapless remainders to show why staying in
an abusive relationship is better.
