Having moved from Cardiff: these are the day to day thoughts, enthusiasms and detestations of someone coming to terms with his life in Catalonia and always finding much to wonder at!
Sunday, July 03, 2016
Better with time? I think not!
The days pass, but the result
of the (insert your own derogatory epithet) referendum gets no
easier to accept.
Let’s face it: this was an
exercise in democracy and one side convincingly won. Not my side
admittedly, but there was a distinct majority and that is something
that I have to accept. Or do I?
The Leave side made it
perfectly clear that if the majority to Stay was less than 60/40 they
would continue to campaign for another vote etc etc etc. I see no
reason that my efforts should not match theirs, especially as the
ramifications of Leave as a reality seem to be increasingly
What worries me is that the
discussion about what to do about Brexit veers disturbingly close to
anti-democratic populism. The people, we are told by the Remainers
were too stupid to know what they were really voting for and we have
to reform the vote so that it becomes the opposite from what was
voted for. Though I am more than enthusiastic to have the vote
overturned, I find it difficult to see how this can be done without
compromising the principles by which I have lived. Any ideas, this
side of totalitarianism gratefully received!
The more you think about such
concerns as medical research and development; regional development;
educational exchange; cultural exchange; workplace rights;
continental justice, and on and on, the more you realize that 40
years of cooperation and implementation cannot be easily rearranged
in a couple of years. Brexit is simple insanity. Perhaps we can
have the leaders of the Leave campaign sectioned? Though that would
be just protecting future voters, it would do nothing for what they
have already done!
In the speeded up political
life that goes for normality nowadays, we have had the sight of at
least two of The Donkey Drivers of the Apocalypse fading into the
wastelands of public opprobrium: Boris has fled the limelight, with
ghastly face, with the realization that the horror that he had
created was well outside the limits of the restricted attention span.
The Knife Wielding Gove – more bludgeon than stiletto – appears
to be too much even for the notoriously ruthless Conservative Party
to accept and, with any luck, that goggle-eyed ideologue will sink
down further than the justice department and shrivel in the sunshine
of popular hatred. And his hag-like queen as well, with any luck.
What I find totally
unacceptable is that the Conservative Party, having trashed the
future of the United Kingdom through the cynical manipulations of
Cameron who used the whole country as a bargaining counter for his
own party-political purposes together with the antics of The Four
Donkey Drivers of the Apocalypse – now get to decide who the future
Prime Minister is. In fact, of course, it is not even Conservative
voters who decide; in fact it might not even be the members of the
Conservative Party who decide if May is elected by a landslide of
MPs. It will merely be the inept political moaners who fomented this
crisis in the first place. The phrase ‘coming home to roost’
seems not to apply to that bunch of right wing wreckers – and I
might add that those last three words did not form the first phrase
that came to mind to describe them.
And the Labour Party. It is a
truism that the thing that the Left does without peer is internecine
warfare. At a time when the Labour Party ought to be making the sort
of headway that makes punching through a wet Echo hard work, it is
spending all its energy in ripping itself apart. I have to admit,
even for the Labour Party, the present ability to implode, explode,
melt-down, fragment, cannibalise, shred, destroy, vaporize and flush
itself down the toilet simultaneously is impressive and unprecedented
in my observation of the British political scene. I weep.
Brexit is, quite simply, an
absurd future to look forward to, and Something Must Be Done –
short of cynically changing the democratic will of the people. I’m
a retired English teacher studying Art History, what do I know of the
practicalities of political life? A bloody sight more than my
political masters given the last few months.
If politics is the art of the
possible, then it should be possible for a way to be worked out that
allows the British people to stop shooting themselves in the foot
before they progress to the brain.
I live in hope and look
towards our highly paid and educated leaders to find a way that puts
the welfare of the people first rather than petty party political