Doom, division and decay in the UK’s off-shore tax haven.
So that’s it! Britain has left the EU.
After the interminable debates in the media and the chambers of the Houses of Parliament; after the almost permanent protests on the pavement outside; after the endless posts on social media, the bad temper and the insults, the deed’s been done, the documents have been signed, and we’re out of the EU at last.
Well not quite. There’s still the little matter of a trade deal to be negotiated. Boris Johnson has promised that it will be complete before the end of the year. But Johnson is notoriously imprecise. It might be the end of the year. It might be the end of the decade for all we know. But, symbolically at least, we’ve passed a milestone and we ’re no longer officially in the EU.
Our MEPs are coming home. It’s the end of the gravy train for them. No more bottomless expense accounts. No more free lunches. No more European jollies in the City on the Marsh. I can’t say that I’m all that excited. Although I voted to leave—for good, old-fashioned socialist reasons (the EU is a rich man’s club)—I’ve no reason to celebrate the form that Brexit is now likely to take.
Already there are speculators placing bets on the collapse of British Industry. The privately-educated Toffs who run the country have their money tucked away in off-shore accounts. It’s fairly clear that their view of Brexit is that Britain should now become the money-laundering capital of the World, with the added benefit of a captive population of desperate labor ripe for exploitation.
I fear for my country.
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