Guy Verhoefstadt, the fake Anglophile, who evidently flat-irons his hair … on an ironing board, to make it lank.
Don’t you mock our Prime Minister; we don’t like it. Of course, Mrs May was mocked and replied in the politest fashion. Doubtless, they misunderstand lofty comments. The best are when the tormentor is unsure whether they have been insulted or not. Boris Johnson is British to his core, but as impassioned as Mrs May was not. I wonder what he will come up with, Mr Verhoefstadt?
Of course Boris said ‘do or die’. If you want a big achievement, you have to make expansive comments, give yourself huge goals. But these leading EU negotiators make nothing. They create nothing except huge expense accounts when flitting between Strasbourg and Brussels, every 3 weeks. That is one huge bill we no longer agree to foot. They also need us to stay, so desperately. It took 27 countries to sign ‘yes’ to the initial Treaty. How long did it take this time? On a shower of hands? Their refusal to let us leave is contemptible.
And, yet, we must protect …
Our fishing limits around England and pertinently around the coasts of Scotland;
Our agriculture, manufacturing, medical supplies,
The 1001 small companies in the FSB, CBI etc.
We know, don’t we, that such a big contributor to EU frippery, cannot be allowed to leave. So give us continual 3-monthly extensions, until something snaps. We don’t like threats of this kind. It is a fact that we pay more than we receive in grants etc. And who is going to pay for French agriculture? They hate needing us to pay into EU coffers.
Our lives are currently in suspended Brexit-animation. Please, Boris, get us out of here. Without a General Election. This country needs you and the last word goes to M. Barnier . He called it a ‘flexextension’, proof that every language can be tortured in the name of good senses. It means that we don’t have to wait until January 2020. We can go by Christmas. Wouldn’t that be a lovely present?
Work colleagues of all parties are refusing to take part in a General Election. Forget it, Boris, just get us out, please.