In case no-one knows, today Oz is going to the Polls. It’s a bit different from the UK.
Polling Day is always a Saturday, the polls open at 8.00 am and shut at 6.00 pm and voting is compulsory – fines apply for not voting – and every polling station has a sausage sizzle (no fines apply for not buying or eating the same). Continue reading “Same Topic (Politics) – Different Venue (Oz)”
Write some yourself! 
But it has to be said, there’s so much postable news these days, innit?
With the virtual certainty that our next PM will be a Tory lady, second only to our beloved Maggie, we can look forward to pragmatic gubmint, a phenomenon sadly lacking for many years. (Boris hums, ‘Can’t buy me Gove, yeah; everybody tells me so…’)
Meanwhile the Bremainers are still sulking, talking about second votes, about chaos, about Scotland, Ireland and Gibraltar. (Boris did say, ‘What part of Bleave don’t they understand?.)
But the ever-present Welsh are celebrating with a symbolic win over Brussels Belgium, adding fuel to the flames of the English team’s funeral pyre. Their victory only goes to show: England have sweet FA.
And while I’m here, I should mention that Andy’s best chance this year is if his arch opponent loses the third set today to a Yank. Come on, the special relationship.
Nothing else in today’s news, sorry. Oh yes, it’s a peaky blinder. Stylish, huh?
Complete this argument:
Some Old Etonian politicians have read PPE
Some politicians are prats
Therefore……
Answers please on spoiled ballot papers.
Before the ink has dried on the ballot papers, the great unwashed idiot brigade is already getting itself in a lather (but not soap).
‘We only wanted to protest, not to leave.’ ‘We want a second vote.’ ‘The Bleavers lied’. Ad nauseam…
And to cap them all, Cleggover vows to campaign in the next election to reverse the decision to leave. I’m pleased that HM the Queen will have a chance to ask him for three good reasons why.
I’m forgetting, the end of June is traditionally the Silly Season in politics. The poor dears are in need of a few months’ break now, to return with batteries recharged, to create chaos once again.
The former PM of a tiny country the size of Iceland is the head of the European behemoth, whose monstrous stumbling around the social, political and financial worlds has razed the continent’s landscapes and lined the pockets of thousands of petty bureauprats.
Now the UK has dared to advise him where to plant his sceptre. His response? ‘We didn’t like you anyway, it won’t be a friendly break-up, so get on with it right away.’
That, cherished colleagues, is a world-leader speaking! Can he even imagine that most of his member states would prefer an amicable transition, to protect their mutual interests? No, he has never lived and worked in that world. So good luck to him and them.
I’m gonna wash EU right outa my hair
repeat
repeat
And send it on its way
Brussels and Europrats, gravy train, gravy train
repeat
On your bikes and no more foreign b*llsh*t!
I’m gonna wash EU……
That’s an order from the People to Westminster. Get it sorted. No more unapproved interference from across the English Channel.
But no doubt Scotland will seek again to defect, N Ireland will once more have to deal with a foreign border.
As an expat my Pounds are worth about 7% less this morning – but that is a personal price worth paying for Britain achieving her people’s will.
Tonite, folks, it’s the Viking festival of Midsummer (yes, a bit late but blame the Christian hijackers). But the Sun god is out of sorts, it seems – widespread thunderstorms are expected to disrupt the planned bonfires and booze-ups and continue into the weekend. So the Sun will bounce across the northern horizon unseen by human eye.
And what else do the gods have in store? Spooky.
On my right, an elected lying toad: We’ll get a better EU deal, trust me.
On my left, an unelected lying toad: Oh no you won’t, trust me.
Sounds promising, eh?
OK, in common with several other Charioteers, I no longer have a vote in the UK – my citizenship counts for naught, except taxes.
And agreed, I am a long way away from the action – but I have read extensively on the subject and Boadicea remains close to the debate, as one would expect from a Doctor of Economic History from the LSE.
I have been impressed by the standard of debate on the Chariot, which has been streets ahead of the scare tactics and downright lies promulgated by many senior UK functionaries who really should know better.
But –
There is a limit to the applicability and validity of too much analysis – one can easily lose sight of the big picture by searching too assiduously for the devils in the detail.
So here is the summary of my conclusions –
Everyone should vote to leave the EU, because a vote to remain betrays the individual as either corrupt (cherchez l’argent) or terminally stupid.
I’ll get my hat.
Boadicea's Chariot 
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