A new year and a new post, but not yet, alas, a new kidney. Nor a new Referendum.
Not that I am wishing for a new Referendum. The last one is bad enough. Yet a comment by Mr Farage today seems to have taken off by which he apparently called for a second one, thinking it would "kill off" the discussion for a generation. Lots of Remainers have latched onto this to agree with giving the people a final say. I say they should never have been given the vote in the first place. There is no place in our Parliamentary Democracy for plebiscites. It leads only to populism. A question such as whether to remain or leave the European Union was far too vague to ask the opinion of ill-informed people. Even the politicians were ill-informed at that time. Only now as we start to drill down to the minute detail are the true consequences of leaving becoming apparent to more people.
Project Fear is becoming Project Fact. Mr Farage's influence seems to not be diminishing and although he is no longer the leader of UKIP his words have been seized upon by the media. Too bad that common sense has not yet prevailed. I would much prefer Parliament to have the final say when all the facts are laid bare, but only if one of the options is to remain, rather than the "take it or leave it" option being put forward.
I will never again vote Conservative. Nor will I ever vote Labour, or at least whilst Momentum have a stranglehold over the Party. Never did I imagine ever that Centrism would become such a dirty word. The world has gone mad, as can be seen by the shenanigans taking place across the Atlantic.
So it seems that Theresa May, by the skin of her teeth managed to secure the settlement of the "divorce" at the end of last year, fudging the Irish Question, which will no doubt come back to bite. If only I was more closely related to my Irish ancestry I would most definitely be applying for citizenship. To hell with this country and the way it is going. I don't want to have any part in it.
I'm tired. It's a strain now for me. I have lost interest in a lot of things and look forward to retiring to my bedroom as soon as I can on an evening. I'm no longer travelling. I feel somewhat breathless and last week suffered from a continuous stitch down my left hand side. I just want all this to complete its course. Soon.
I dream of France. The south of France. The warm evenings. The restaurants. The smell of the croissants. Yet here I am trapped in a country whilst I await my donor. The person has no idea what might about to happen to them in order to help me. It's an odd thought.
Not that I am wishing for a new Referendum. The last one is bad enough. Yet a comment by Mr Farage today seems to have taken off by which he apparently called for a second one, thinking it would "kill off" the discussion for a generation. Lots of Remainers have latched onto this to agree with giving the people a final say. I say they should never have been given the vote in the first place. There is no place in our Parliamentary Democracy for plebiscites. It leads only to populism. A question such as whether to remain or leave the European Union was far too vague to ask the opinion of ill-informed people. Even the politicians were ill-informed at that time. Only now as we start to drill down to the minute detail are the true consequences of leaving becoming apparent to more people.
Project Fear is becoming Project Fact. Mr Farage's influence seems to not be diminishing and although he is no longer the leader of UKIP his words have been seized upon by the media. Too bad that common sense has not yet prevailed. I would much prefer Parliament to have the final say when all the facts are laid bare, but only if one of the options is to remain, rather than the "take it or leave it" option being put forward.
I will never again vote Conservative. Nor will I ever vote Labour, or at least whilst Momentum have a stranglehold over the Party. Never did I imagine ever that Centrism would become such a dirty word. The world has gone mad, as can be seen by the shenanigans taking place across the Atlantic.
So it seems that Theresa May, by the skin of her teeth managed to secure the settlement of the "divorce" at the end of last year, fudging the Irish Question, which will no doubt come back to bite. If only I was more closely related to my Irish ancestry I would most definitely be applying for citizenship. To hell with this country and the way it is going. I don't want to have any part in it.
I'm tired. It's a strain now for me. I have lost interest in a lot of things and look forward to retiring to my bedroom as soon as I can on an evening. I'm no longer travelling. I feel somewhat breathless and last week suffered from a continuous stitch down my left hand side. I just want all this to complete its course. Soon.
I dream of France. The south of France. The warm evenings. The restaurants. The smell of the croissants. Yet here I am trapped in a country whilst I await my donor. The person has no idea what might about to happen to them in order to help me. It's an odd thought.
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