By Lasha Darkmoon
House of Commons at boiling point in raucous Brexit debate
If the Brexit situation seems rather boring and incomprehensible to my American readers, who see the world from a trans-Atlantic perspective, I don’t blame them. I can say in all honesty that the Brexit hullabaloo, with all its twists and turns, delays and deliriums, is equally incomprehensible to most Brits—though by no means boring. Millions of people do not take to the streets, frothing at the mouths like lunatics, if they are bored.
Though most people, myself included, now find themselves bewildered in the extreme by all that is going on and hesitate to venture an opinion for fear having egg thrown in their faces, I feel certain that we are now at a historic moment in this country. Yesterday was the first Saturday since 1982—39 years ago—that Parliament has graciously agreed to assemble to discuss a knife-edge situation and take a momentous vote on it.
I went into Ladbrokes yesterday at 3pm in Totnes. Ladbrokes is the nation’s chief betting agency. This was to to get the odds on whether Prime Minister Boris Johnson would get his way and persuade Parliament to vote for his new deal with the EU, or whether Parliament would refuse to vote for him. In short, would Boris win and get us out of the EU by October 31, after a delay of three and a half years, or would Parliament win and deliver Boris a bloody nose?
To my astonishment, Ladbrokes refused to let me take a bet on the outcome. This is amazing, since usually they will let you take a bet on almost anything.
For example, you can take a bet on whether the earth will be hit by a meteor within the next 12 months, yes or no. No problem getting the odds on that. But they won’t let you bet on Brexit!
I found out why only later when I returned home and read this in Britain’s most popular newspaper:
When voters are given a straight choice between the Prime Minister’s deal and remaining in the EU there is a dead-heat, with both sides winning 50 per cent. (The Daily Mail, October 19, 2019, p.4)
It is often said that the Brexit decision—whether this country opts to remain unhappily married to Europe or gets a clean divorce and cuts loose from a perceived tyrant—is the most important decision since July 1945 when voters decided to give the Tory government of Winston Churchill the boot and vote in the socialist government of Clement Attee who gave us the Welfare State, the NHS, and better conditions all round for the common people. Others claim that the Brexit decision is even more important than the abolition of the Corn Laws in January 1846, another step which can be seen as a genuine attempt to ameliorate the lot of the working classes.
Right now, an African male seeking entrance to this country can complain that his human rights as a homosexual are being trampled on in some godforsaken dump in the Sahara desert, and the British government will welcome him with open arms out of sheer compassion. And also of course because it has a soft spot for gays. The persecuted African will then, after a year or two, send for his wife and 10 children. He has suddenly decided that he was actually straight all along and that his flirtation with homosexuality had been a temporary aberration. The British government, overflowing with the milk of human kindness, will accept his dubious arguments with alacrity and put him on the dole right away. Problem solved. A victory for human rights and altruistic lovingkindness.
In the 2016 referendum, the British public decided they’d had enough of this poppycock and told their degenerate rulers: “Enough is enough! Get us out of Europe! We don’t want to be ruled by these multicultural maniacs in Brussels!”
Problem solved? Nope. No way! The Enemies of the People in Parliament decided to kick democracy into the long grass. To hell with the 17.4 million “racists” who voted for traditional values and rejected the liberal values of the sewer rats in Parliament!
To this very day, 1215 days after the historic referendum, the British parliament refuses to give the British people what they voted for. They have found every excuse, these autocratic bullies who lord it over us, to spit in the face of the electorate who pay them their salaries.
I could say more. I won’t. I could be wrong, totally wrong about everything I say here, but what choice do I have except to speak my mind and reflect the feelings of millions of others who think exactly like me?
I have no idea whether Boris Johnson is the New Messiah or the new Judas Iscariot. He could be either. I don’t trust anyone, not even myself. That’s how bad it is.
For a 90-second summary of the latest Brexit situation, click HERE
Then, for a slightly more detailed overview, watch this 5-minute video which will bring you all the latest news: