The stirring words heard annually at The Proms ‘… Britannia rules the waves, Britons never, never, never will be slaves’. (words James Thompson, music Thomas Arne, 1740).
But, of course, we are currently trying to negotiate our way out of virtual slavery – The European Union – where governments, other than ours, are dictating our future, and deciding how our money is spent, how we should run our country, who can live in our country, and how we trade with other countries. Sadly, many of the non-British politicians in the union don’t like or respect us, but do appreciate we are one of the biggest financial contributors – and for that reason alone, want us to remain.
Now, there are various opinions about leaving the union, staying in the union, or some flimsy, limp-wristed, in-betweeny, neither-in-nor-out arrangement, and each will try to convince with their own version of the truth. Each side will warn of doom, gloom, and despondency if their wishes do not come to fruition.
On 23 June 2016 a referendum was held, the outcome of which was a vote to leave (originally on 29 March 2019) – the first time a national referendum result had gone against the government’s preferred option. But why?
There are many learned opinions as to why the country decided how it did; sovereignty, trade and financial, national security, immigration, border control – but nobody seems to have thought that it could be that Britons really just don’t like the way they are treated by the EU, and, what ever the consequences, want to be free to decide their own fate, and not be dictated to – by nations who have tried, twice in just over 100 years, through aggression, for global domination, and failed, only now to be doing the same through the back door.
After three years (and one month) of no progress, disagreeable agreements, and handbagging parliamentarians, we have arrived just about where we started. Tomorrow (23 July 2019) we get a new prime minister, when the results of the Conservative party selection process are finalised. There is a choice of two – one a clear favourite (betting-wise, but not necessarily popularity-wise), but I will assume nothing until announcement is made.
Both candidates are telling us how they can be trusted, and will get us through the mire and maze of achieving Brexit. We have until 31 October 2019 to come to an agreement, or we then exit without (unless yet another extension is granted).
Lurking in in the shadows (shadow cabinet – see what I’ve done there!) is comrade Corbyn, the terrorist sympathiser, waiting to breath death in to anything he touches – heaven forbid that he, or his party of Dementors get anywhere near the negotiations, or Downing Street.
So, rule Britannia, tomorrow we carry on – waiting for the Brexit our Honourable Friends have been tasked to effect.
(c) 2019, Kim P Moody