by Chris Rees
An Independent Thinker

 

They call it bait and switch.

When the UK was taken into “the European Project” in 1973 without the consent of the British people, the ensuing outcry forced the government to call a referendum on the issue – in 1975.

I remember it being hotly debated at my school, among both the boys and masters. Should we remain in the Common Market, as it was called? The “Yes” campaign dominated the mass media, and the bien pensants were unanimous in their approval. After all, who could be against free trade, especially in such a great trading nation? So the British people were persuaded to remain in the bloc, or the European Economic Community as it was formally called.

Little did we know that it would result in us being told what kind of cabbage we would be allowed to grow, or what shape of bananas we would be allowed to eat. For we had been assured by Prime Minister Edward Heath that British sovereignty would not be impinged upon by one jot. He lied.

Forty years later we found that we were prohibited from making trade deals with other nations, that the highest court in the land (which we must obey) resided in Luxembourg, and that any conflict between British law and EU law would nullify the British law, allowing EU law to prevail.

We had become merely an offshore province of a United States of Europe, with about as much influence as we had had under the Romans.

We never signed up for that.

The legerdemain and subterfuge of the globalists can be seen in the changing moniker of their scheme. The European Economic Community (EEC) soon became simply the European Community (EC), no longer an overtly economic grouping, but now a community, with all that implies.  Then they dropped all pretense and declared that we were to be part of a European Union, complete with flag and anthem. An integrated EU army was next.

Well, if you want to boil a frog, you don’t just toss him in a boiling pot, for he will scream and shout and fight his way out. You tell him you have drawn a nice warm bath for him, put him in the lukewarm water and turn up the heat. He will be cooked before he realizes it.

The long festering resentment of being bullied, excoriated, lectured and marginalized finally came to a head on June 23, 2016, in a new referendum that had been forced on the government by the United Kingdom Independence Party (UKIP) and its leader, Nigel Farage.

It never occurred to the elitists that they would lose.

David Cameron was gone within days, replaced by closet Brexiteer Theresa May. The doctrine of the collective responsibility of the cabinet had required that she hitherto toe the party line in public, but she is now emerging as a champion of the British people as they dare to reclaim their independence, sovereignty and right to self-determination. She is, perhaps, another Iron Lady.

June 23, 2016 was our independence day because – as one of our own anthems says – “Britons never, never, never shall be slaves”.

 

Chris Rees was born in Bristol, England, in 1961 to Welsh parents, grew up in Yorkshire and in 1983 moved straight to Greensboro, which he selected from the entire US.

 

Parisian Promenade at Bicentennial Garden