After this week, I reckon the biggest vote for anything in British history — the 17,410,742 votes to leave the European Union — no longer matters a damn.
One way or another, the British establishment is going to contrive to keep this country inside the EU.
“Parliament speaks on behalf of the British people,” proclaimed the SNP’s Peter Grant, such a self- evident lie that it could have come straight from George Orwell’s 1984.
War is peace! Freedom is slavery! Ignorance is strength! Parliament speaks for the people!
In fact, there has never been such a disconnect between our politicians and our people in my lifetime.
Whatever our politicians represent, it is certainly not the 17,410,742 men and women who voted to leave the EU.
In their party manifestos, both the Labour Party and the Conservatives promised to honour the referendum result. Liars, liars, liars.
Liars who took 82.5 per cent of the vote at the last General Election on a promise they so casually break.
Liars who will stop the UK ever leaving the EU.
They will stop it with Mrs May’s terrible deal — which takes us out of the EU in name only, bound to their rules and subject to their whims but unable to forge our own destiny.
Or, more likely, May’s deal will crash and there will be some grubby little con to overturn the referendum result and keep us snugly inside the crumbling EU empire.
A “People’s Vote” — that mealy-mouthed euphemism for “Kill Brexit” — is on the cards now.
The irony of any “People’s Vote” is that it will be nowhere near as representative of the people as the referendum of 2016. That historic poll saw a massive 72.2 per cent of the electorate vote — a staggering 33,551,983 men and women trudging to the polls.
You can bet your last euro that millions would not bother a second time.
What’s the point when your vote is meaningless? What’s the point if they are not listening?
What’s the point if we have democracy in name only?
Thanks to Tory Remainer Dominic Grieve, smooth as an oil slick, Parliament has ensured it has the final say on Brexit, not the people.
I think of my late parents. They believed in voting. They saw it as their duty.
My parents had profound political differences — my mum was a hardcore Labour supporter while my dad voted Liberal because he believed the Tory Party was run for the benefit of big business and Labour run for the benefit of big unions.
But they both believed in democracy because they were from the generation who witnessed all of our freedoms being paid for in blood.
My mother and father would shake their heads at the idea of a “People’s Vote”.
They would think that the fix was in. And they would be right.
Powerful forces have schemed to have their way — an Establishment alliance of a pro-Brussels civil service, the House of Lords, the BBC, big business interests in the CBI and all those well-heeled MPs who despise the people who voted Brexit, who believe that 17,410,742 of their countrymen are ignorant racist bigots who don’t deserve a vote.
David Cameron clearly lied through his teeth when he told the British people that their decision was final.
Parliament is lying today when it says it respects the referendum result.
No — democracy in this country is dying today. History is moving towards the other side now, to the wishes of the 16,141,241 who voted to remain.
It is a national tragedy that our politicians are such self-serving, moral midgets that there was not one among them — not one! — who could unite our divided nation.
MPs must stop pretending they give a flying fig about democracy, freedom or the will of the British people.
Because this week Parliament told 17,410,742 men and women that the vote is worthless.
There can be only one
IN any long-term feud between Meghan, Duchess of Sussex, and Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge, there can only be one possible winner.
Only one Duchess is ever going to be Queen.
The other Kate's penis facial
KATE Beckinsale reveals that her skin regime includes a serum concocted from the discarded fore- skins of South Korean babies – what Sandra Bullock calls “the penis facial”.
“After a long flight,” Kate informed Instagram, “I do like to lie down and be covered in a mask of liquefied cloned foreskins – frankly, who doesn’t?”
Experts claim skin cells taken from the unwanted bits of Korean baby boys (where circumcision is standard practice) produces an anti-ageing face cream that makes fine lines disappear.
And have you seen Kate, pictured, lately? At 45, she is shining like a new diamond. Whatever they are putting in Kate’s penis facial, it is working.
Pete, your buzz was beautiful
PETE Shelley was a beautiful man who led a beautiful band for a lifetime.
Pete, pictured, who has died of a heart attack at the age of 63, was not your typical punk legend – he was warm, kind, generous, funny and brilliant.
Buzzcocks brought romance to punk. Big hit singles such as Ever Fallen In Love (With Someone You Shouldn’t’ve) and What Do I Get? lit a fire on Thursday night Top Of The Pops.
Buzzcocks could also do snarling three-chord mayhem better than the Ramones.
My favourite Buzzcocks song is the absolutely filthy “Orgasm Addict” which still sounds great as I write these words.
Rest well, Pete – the romantic bard of punk rock.
Clegg and Facebook deserve each other
FACEBOOK failed to spot 450,000 sick, abusive and violent posts in just three months. Can you imagine any newspaper or magazine lasting for five seconds if it was so careless about its content?
Perhaps Sir Nick Clegg, recently hired as Facebook’s spin doctor – sorry, head of global policy and communic- ations – can offer some explanation about how the tax-dodging social media behemoth gets away with enabling a tsunami of filth.
But will anyone listen to Clegg about Facebook?
The heady days of “I agree with Nick” are long gone. Once so fashionable, loved and trusted, now Clegg is widely despised and derided as a repulsive boil on the face of humanity.
A lot like Facebook.
Nick Clegg and Facebook deserve each other.
It’s like painting a Hitler moustache on the Mona Lisa.
UKIP without Nigel Farage? It is going to be like the Rolling Stones without Keith Richards.
Cops do a tactical
THE police brought a ray of sunshine into all our lives when they started knocking scooter thieves off their bikes.
“Tactical contact” the law calls it. The tactic is used sparingly – just 63 times over the past year. But it works.
In London, robberies by two-wheeled vehicles stood at 19,000 at this time last year. Today it is nearly 7,000 fewer.
Labour’s Diane Abbott, the Shadow Home Secretary, tut-tuts about the police fighting back against the moped muggers. “Knocking people off their bikes is potentially very dangerous,” scolds Abbott. “It shouldn’t be legal for anyone. Police are not above the law.”
In any future Labour Government, Diane Abbott would probably be in charge of policing.
And if that grim prospect doesn’t keep the Marxist muppets from Downing Street, then nothing will.
Hero fury deserves honour
ARISE Sir Tyson Fury! Give him the lot.
A New Year’s knighthood. BBC Sports Personality Of The Year. Fury deserves it all.
Because nobody has done what the boxer did in his controversial world title draw with Deontay Wilder.
Coming back from the wilderness of mental health issues and substance abuse, Fury fought brilliantly, bravely and somehow got back on his feet when he looked like he had been knocked unconscious.
Tyson is an inspiration to every young person to keep going until the very end. He is an inspiration to anyone who ever struggled with mental health problems.
This Gypsy King is an inspiration to us all.
Arsenal gas leak is just foul
SHOCKING scenes of Arsenal players sucking up “hippy crack” at their decadent pre-season players’ party.
The Gunners are on a roll right now under brilliant new Spanish manager Unai Emery, but the sordid scene explains the team’s atrocious start to the season, losing their first two games, to Manchester City and Chelsea.
Hippy crack – nitrous oxide, aka laughing gas – leaves the user tired, lazy, lethargic, confused, sluggish, weary, languid, indolent, slow, lifeless, exhausted, indifferent and dull.
Although, of course, Mesut Ozil is like that all the time.
You don’t get much for £350,000 a week these days.
Gwynie says: “I went to do a yoga class in LA recently and the 22-year-old girl behind the counter was like, ‘Have you ever done yoga before?’
“And literally I turned to my friend and I was, like, ‘You have this job because I’ve done yoga before!’”
And I’m, like – yoga originated in India 5,000 years ago.
And I’m, like – your self-regarding narcissism knows no bounds, Gwynie.
That’s what I’m like.
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