Earlier: Rule Britannia, by Derb, A Personal Note On Brexit, by Peter Brimelow, and “I Won’t Lie, I Did Cry.” A Briton Rejoices At BREXIT’s Triumph, by Adam Young, all from June, 2016, when the vote was held.
Across the Pond in the Mother Country, today—Friday the 31st—is Brexit Day. The U.K. officially leaves the European Union at 11 p.m. local time. It should really be midnight, but those fool Continentals can’t even get the time of day right. They are insisting that Brexit happen at their midnight, which is one hour ahead of the far more ancient and honorable Greenwich mean time.
Nigel Farage, who is undoubtedly the hero of the hour, made a fine triumphant speech to the so-called European Parliament.
There is a historic battle going on now across the West; in Europe, America, and elsewhere. It is globalism against populism. And you may loathe populism, but I tell you a funny thing: It’s becoming very popular.
Farage’s fellow Brexiteers—there are twenty-odd in the fake parliament—then stood up and waved the Union Jack. It’s against rules in the pseudo-parliament to wave national flags, so the chair-critter, a fair colleen named Mairead McGuinness, did the angry-nun headmistress thing: banged her ruler against the desk and told them to stop.
After 25 years of fighting for independence, this is my final contribution in the European Parliament.
We were told to leave with our British flags, and that's exactly what we did. pic.twitter.com/cBfycWfsN7
— Nigel Farage (@Nigel_Farage) January 29, 2020
That’s the Irish for you: always yearning to belong to something big and international so they can boss the British around. They’ve given up on the Roman Catholic church, but there’s still the EU. And tomorrow there will still be the EU, but minus Britain. Sorry, macushla.
Are my ancestral prejudices showing? Make allowance, please. I’m an American; my attachment to Britain is entirely sentimental. Something is due to sentiment, though; and for those particular sentiments, this is a great day indeed.
As Nigel Farage pointed out, the Brits were swindled into the EU by their boss class, under the lie that it was merely a free-trade zone. All through my youth and young adulthood it was referred to as “the Common Market,” and that’s what people assumed it was. That’s what they were told it was.
They were told a lie. The EU was a political project, a bureaucratic extravaganza to feed managerial elites with power and money. Now the Brits are out of it. This ex-Brit offers his hearty congratulations