The United Kingdom is in crisis. In danger. Economically caught in the doldrums. Inward investment tanking, sterling still at historically low levels and growth at a standstill.
Politically paralysed with the hyenas closing in. Steve Bannon as bold as brass aiming to destabilise Europe. Influencing British politics at the highest level. Feeding the ambitions so hungry for food; any food, at any price. He hones in on those who rushed to use Trump to assert their ideological atlanticism. Why wouldn’t he?
Lying has become normalised, even in the sanctity of the Mother of Parliaments. Standards of public duty plummet to each shocking record low after record low.
The state broadcaster too scared to make the biggest journalistic call of its life. To tell 17.4m people including some of its own higher representatives that they were duped, conned. Not only sold the pup but the bus in which we are all standing as it prepares to go off a cliff.
Got at, by electoral fraud. By foreign interference. Now all pay the price of their gullibility, their lack of objective understanding, their English exceptionalism, their protest vote, their dislike of immigrants, their sentimentality. Whichever multitude of influences that ticked each box which made the whole.
Stockpiling food. Not stockpiling food. Warning people. Not warning them. An MEP calling for the law of treason to be “reformed”. Preparing for the worst.
These are very bad times. Written from France which appears to be a country presently at peace with its President and World Cup victory. Power to your elbow Monsieur le Président. Tell Bannon to se faire foûtre.
A conversation with a supermarket till attendant attending university at Aix-en-Provence proved a stark reminder of what is at risk. In near perfect English:
“I love London. I would like to live there but it’s very expensive. I love Cambridge too”.
Will she still feel the same about Global Britain when she finishes her degree in English and Chinese?
#StopFascism #StopBrexit. A #PeoplesVote must be secured.