Skip to main content

Obligatory referendum post

It was pointed out me that I've been fairly quiet on the subject of the referendum so far. This is largely because I didn't want to state the bleeding obvious. Remain, obviously. Every argument I've heard from leave has been vague hand-flapping of the "it'll be fine" variety. I've heard no numbers. It's an emotional argument peddled by misty-eyed fantasists of an Elgar-soundtracked Merrie England which NEVER EXISTED at the more palatable end, and by swivel eyed bigots and xenophobes at the less refined end. All their argument about "red tape" conveniently ignore the protection of workers which eu directives enforce (and which the Tories would dearly love to get rid of, reckon maternity allowance would be what it is out of the eu? Then you're an imbecile. Get to the back of the class and play with some paper or something). I'd have some sympathy for the immigration argument, were it not for the fact that every eastern European I've ever met has been conscientious and hard working, and the ONS's own numbers indicate that they contribute far more to the economy than they take out. I understand the emotional dislike of immigration as eroding traditional societal structures but, frankly, it's the twenty-first century. get over it. There's a racist element to the Leave argument which can't be ignored and should be confronted.

Further disenchantment with the leave case is provided by those fronting it. I just don't believe in them. Gove spent ages banging on about how we should "be like Norway" until it was pointed out they pay in almost as much as we do. His next best argument? Albania. And all that shit he's chatting about giving money to the NHS, does anyone buy that for a second? I also refuse to believe talk of dropping VAT on fuel from a man which was part of a government which enthusiastically raised VAT to it's current eye-watering 20%. As for Johnson, I don't think he's ever said a word he believed in. This is the sight of a man prepared to gamble with an entire country purely for the sake of his own political ambition. The rest seem to be the usual mob of angry middle class white blokes (with Gisela Stuart as a fig-leaf to cover their shrivelled privates).

Remain's case is more compelling, not that I'm a fan of how Cambo and Osborne have gone about it. their scaremongering is as unpalatable as BoJo's opportunist flag-waving but, crucially, they have the stats. They have numbers. This decision is too important to leave to the heart alone. And much as it pains me to agree with Osborne about ANYTHING it seesm for once his sums are roughly in the right ballpark

I'm by no means a big EU fan, the sustained humiliation of the Greeks was hard to stomach from a progressive's point of view. It is an unwieldy machine and, as such, wasteful. But it strikes me that the correct approach is a sceptical remain, because you can't reform anything from the outside. On the whole I feel it does more good than harm. Not had a lot in the way of land wars in Europe since it's inception, either, have we? Not much of a banner-waving argument, I agree. But that's because I'm a grown up. I'm not here to wave a fucking flag around, I'm here to do the right thing by my wife, my kids, my fellow countrymen and my fellow europeans. So yes, Remain, obviously.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The last day of the county season

 Look, I never claimed to be cool. As a a cliched middle aged male, I have a number of interests which, if not exactly niche, are perhaps not freighted with glamour. Not exactly ones to set the heart racing. I yearn not for wakeboarding, my cocaine with minor celebrities days are well and truly behind me, you are unlikely to catch me writing graffiti under a motorway bridge. I do cycle, but only as a way of getting from point A to point B, you are unlikely, you will be relieved to hear, to see me purchasing lycra and or/doing triathlons. I like going for a nice walk. I'm fond of a good book. I have a deep attachment to county cricket. Yes, that's right, county, not even the international stuff which briefly captures the nation's fleeting attention once in a blue moon. County cricket. Somerset CCC to be precise, though I'll watch / listen to any of it. The unpopular part of an unpopular sport. Well, that's the public perception, the much maligned two men and a dog. N...

D-Day Dos and Don'ts for Dunces

Oh Rishi. Lad.  You have, by now, almost certainly become aware of the Prime Minister(for the time being)'s latest gaffe, as he returned home early from D-Day commemoration events in France, in order to "concentrate on an interview" which, as it turns out was already pre-recorded. There's been a fair bit of outrage, the word "disrespectful" is being bandied about a lot.  The word I'd use is "stupid". It is often said of the Brits that we have no religion but that the NHS is the closest thing we have to one. This, I think, is incorrect, because the fetishisation of WWII is to my mind, far closer to being our object of national veneration.  I understand why, last time we were relevant, fairly straightforwardly evil oppo, quite nice to be the good guys for a change, I absolutely get why the British public worship at the altar of a conflict which, I note, was a very long time ago. I think it's a bit daft, personally, but I understand it. So you...

The three most tedious food debates on the internet.

 I very much only have myself to blame. One of the less heralded aspects of running a business is that one is, regrettably, obliged to maintain a social media presence, it's just expected. And, if I have to do it, I'm going to do it very much in my own voice, as I don't tend to have time to stop and think when I'm bunging something on Insta. It seems to have worked okay so far. But, as a man better versed on the online world than he would prefer, I should have known better than to stick up a picture of our bread rolls, fresh out of the oven. In my defence, I did preface said picture by saying "one of the most tedious debates on the internet is what these are called...". Doubtless you've seen the argument somewhere, it's one of the workaday tropes that shithouse FB pages use to drive engagement. Need a few thousand clicks to raise the profile of your godawful local radio station/page about how everything was better in the past/shelter for confused cats?...