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04 February 2016 4:04 PM
Why I won't be Voting on Referendum Day Modern Britain is like a man who has been in prison for many years and who has no hope of release. In his dreams, he longs to be outside the walls and razorwire coils which enclose him. In the long dreary days, he also longs to be outside this place. But the prison is not the worst of its kind. The food is bearable, there is multichannel TV, he has learned to get on with his fellow inmates, and how to manipulate the rules to ensure a quiet life and to arrange a few home comforts in his cell. He has a tolerable job in the library. He has vaguer and vaguer memories of his daily life before he was locked up. One day, as he is working in the gardens near the fence, he realises that a gate has been left wide open. He is trusted to work alone, there is nobody nearby, he seizes the moment and walks out. He has a little money. His prison clothes of jeans and striped shirt don’t mark him out except to a discerning eye. The weather seems fine. He sees a bus. But what is this? He must pay the driver? Where is the conductor? Can his fare to the nearest town possibly be four pounds? Who are these people playing loud music on phones, and why are their hair and clothes so strange? On arrival in the town he is again baffled by every detail of life, astonished by the rush, the cost, the way he is expected to operate the checkout himself, the size of things, the noise, the way everyone is staring at screens and barging into him, the total absence of the police to whom he begins to think he might turn himself in. He doesn’t even recognise the brands in the shops. What is a Snickers bar? Who are what are Arriva? What is a flat white? His small savings are dwindling with amazing rapidity. Yet, when he glances in the window of an employment agency he sees nothing but low wages; and when he looks in the window of a letting agency next door, he sees nothing but enormous rents. How do these people manage to live? Darkness is coming on, and thin drizzle. He is lonely, down to his last five pounds, hungry, perplexed and unsettled. Remembering the number of the bus he caught, he waits on the other side of the road, pays his four pounds, travels back to where he started and finds to his considerable relief that the gate is still wide open. He slips back inside, and gently closes the gate , ensuring the lock clicks so that nobody else has to undergo what he has just experienced. Sadder and wiser, and sure that independence is not for him, he heads for his cell and a warm night watching the TV, fortified by a meal of prison stodge and the hope of more of the same tomorrow. Within a week, he is dreaming each night of being free again. But by day he knows he doesn’t really want to be. He is safe where he is. His confinement is also his security. He must hope that the taxpayers continue to fund his life as it is. This parable has its faults. Our presence in the prison of the EU was voluntary. Nobody made us join and indeed we had the chance to leave within three years of losing our independence, and emphatically scorned it. But my general point remains the same. We have forgotten how to be independent and forgotten that we were independent. We are more than vaguely aware that the world in which we are now offered independence is fiercer, colder, harsher, more expensive and less friendly towards us than it was in 1972. If we are observant we will also have noticed that the government can’t make ends meet and is groindeep in debt, that much of the country is foreignowned, that industries which used to help us pay our way in the world have largely vanished, that our trade deficit is huge, that even the vaunted ‘invisible exports’ and ‘services’ which once kept the wolf from the door are not as healthy as they once were, that our armed services are melancholy remnants, the Commonwealth a phantom and our diplomatic standing far from high. Anyway, how many active adults, now participating in the political process, can remember what it was like being in an independent country, whose Parliament was sovereign, whose embassies flew its own flag and http://hitchensblog.mailonsunday.co.uk/2016/02/why-i-wont-be-voting-on-referendum-day.html
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Why I won't be Voting on Referendum Day - Mail Online - Peter Hitchens blog
nobody else’s, whose head of state wasn’t a citizen of someone else’s country, which chose its own economic policy, had its own fishing grounds, decided how to subsidise its own farms, issued its own passports, controlled its own borders, made its own alliances and trade agreements, did not abandon its traditions and its particular special ways of doing things to conform with some great overarching plan? It's a decreasing number. Most people in this country don’t really care about independence itself, and don’t think about it. And the numbers who have (correctly) linked the EU with mass immigration and our loss of control over our borders, though considerable, peaked with UKIP in 2015 and aren’t enough to swing a vote. ‘Euroscepticism’ is a worthless and futile political position involving complaining about the EU in public and at election times, and knuckling under to it in private when the voters aren’t looking. It is very like the institutionalised longterm prisoner’s daydream of freedom, which when he is actually offered his liberty he doesn’t really want. They don’t really want it they’ve made no serious plan for it, they aren’t prepared for any major sacrifices to get it. It’s just a thing they say, to indulge themselves and assert a sort of machismo. What’s more, it’s increasingly difficult to imagine our muchdiminished country managing to walk alone again on its atrophied and shrivelled legmuscles, weakened by years of nonindependence. I myself am baffled as to how a referendum could decide the issue, when huge majorities in both Houses of Parliament, plus the great bulk of the media, plus businessmen (traditionally utterly ignorant about politics) plus the civil service, the education sector, and the judiciary, are committed to our continuing membership. If we voted to leave, who would implement the decision? That’s why so many people, even the ‘Eurosceptics’ in law, business, politics and the media, will when it comes to a choice, recoil from the open gate and remain in the EU’s nice cosy open prison, hoping for the best. Barring an economic collapse between now and referendum day, or some other event which turns the vote into a plebiscite on the government itself, I think that there is a poor chance of a majority to leave, especially one so big that Downing Street and Parliament can’t somehow find a way to ignore or override it. If there were a real desire in this country to leave, then there would be a serious political party which had that purpose at the centre of its manifesto, and was capable of winning a Commons majority. No such thing is in prospect. I still plan to stay at home on Referendum Day. I don’t wish to endorse or in any way contribute to this futile exercise in fake people power, whose result will be used to proclaim, for years to come, that the issue is now closed. . February 4, 2016 Comments (0) Categories: European Union | Permalink
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