Big yellow taxi

For most Britons, life is not too bad; for some, it’s doubtless quite comfortable. So we can understand that the referendum does not engage everyone’s close interest.

If the polls are correct, about one third of Britons are generally in favour of continued membership of the European Union; one third are opposed; and the remainder are undecided. And two-thirds may not vote in any case. Vague and mendacious references to trade, GDP and household prosperity may sway waverers; but arguments about sovereignty may seem too abstract and distant.

Until it’s too late.

We have progressively and substantially ceded the power to govern our own affairs to the European Union. This process cannot be reversed as long as we remain ‘member states’. Unless we extricate ourselves from this outmoded and anti-democratic structure, British citizens will in the end discover — when it really finally matters — that we are powerless to control our own future.

Don’t it always seem to go
That you don’t know what you got ’til it’s gone

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A mess of pottage

Could… could… could… Might… might… might…

We have referred before to the unpredictability of the future. Nevertheless, Cameron’s Project Fear persists in predictions of possible gloom and doom… death and disaster… plagues of frogs and locusts…

Today’s so-called analysis by the Treasury of the long-term economic impact of EU membership and the alternatives has been thoroughly — and rightly — trashed. But it is important that the debate should not get bogged down in trivial arguments over possible¬†percentage points of GDP decades in the future. That is to play the Remain game. The economic argument is a a deliberate distraction and an attempt to ramp up the fear.

This is not what this referendum is about. It is about on whom we confer — temporarily and conditionally — the power to govern us. And it is about whether they have, or have had, the right to sell our birthright as free-born Britons.

“I know not¬†whether those who did our Rights betray,
And for a mess of Pottage,
sold away our dear bought freedoms,
shall now trusted be as conservators of our Libertie”

Benjamin Keach 1689