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The Bruges Group spearheaded the intellectual battle to win a vote to leave the European Union and, above all, against the emergence of a centralised EU state.
The Bruges Group spearheaded the intellectual battle to win a vote to leave the European Union and, above all, against the emergence of a centralised EU state.
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United States of Europe

The EU is not a market, it is a political project of becoming a single European state, the United States of Europe, as the powers-that-be in the EU have always wanted it to become.

The three founding fathers of European union all called for a single European state. Konrad Adenauer said, "My dream is that one day we might be able to applaud a United States of Europe." Paul-Henri Spaak said, "Europe of tomorrow must be a supranational Europe." Robert Schuman, speaking in Strasbourg on 16 May 1949, said, "Our century, that has witnessed the catastrophes resulting in the unending clash of nationalities and nationalisms, must attempt and succeed in reconciling nations in a supranational association. This would safeguard the diversities and aspirations of each nation while coordinating them in the same manner as the regions are coordinated within the unity of the nation."

More recently, Belgian Prime Minister Guy Verhofstadt said, "The Constitution is the capstone of a European Federal State." (Financial Times, 21 June 2004.) Elmar Brok, Chairman of the European Parliament's Committee on Foreign Affairs, said, "The European Union is a state under construction." European Commissioner Pierre Moscovici said, "It is essential for the EU to become a political power and not just a group of nation states."

Chancellor Merkel said in 2012, "Without doubt, we need more and not less Europe. That's why it is necessary to create a political union." She said, "The task of our generation is to complete economic and monetary union, and to build political union in Europe, step by step." She said, "We need a political union, which means we must gradually cede powers to Europe and give Europe control."

In January 2014, European Commission Vice-President Viviane Reding said, "we need to build a United States of Europe with the Commission as government." Commission President José Manuel Barroso said on 10 July 2015, "We are a very special construction unique in the history of mankind … Sometimes I like to compare the EU as a creation to the organisation of empire. We have the dimension of empire."

French President François Hollande asked us in October 2015, "Do you really want to participate in a common state? That's the question." As he said, "The only road for those who are not convinced of Europe is to leave Europe…. It is the logical path."

Martin Schulz, President of the EU Parliament, said that he wanted to move the EU swiftly to a 'one government' federal constitution and wanted to turn the EU into a 'United States of Europe' by 2025. "I want there to be a constitutional treaty to create a federal Europe," he said on 7 December 2017.

The European Commission said, "the main goal of the EU is the progressive integration of member states' economies and political systems." The Commission wants complete Economic Union, Monetary Union, Financial Union, Fiscal Union and Political Union by 2025 at the latest, 'developed within the framework of the European Union'.

The EU is pressing on with its aims of developing a European Defence Force and of installing a Eurozone budget run by a Eurozone finance minister. It has put forward a 'Roadmap Towards a Complete Economic and Monetary Union'. It intends to complete the Banking Union and create a European Fiscal Board. It wants to launch the Capital Markets Union, designed to expand securities trading, which would promote the interests of banks, fund managers and securities traders at the expense of both savers and consumers. By 2025 it intends to make the convergence process more binding, set up a macroeconomic stabilisation function for the euro area, integrate the European Stability Mechanism into the EU law framework and set up a Euro area Treasury at the European level.

The EU is not about cooperation but about assimilation. There is a difference between cooperating with other nations and being merged into a single European state. Internationalism is not the same as supranationalism. Cooperation between sovereign states does not mean integration into one state. Britain is a member of more than 90 international cooperative bodies. Only one of them wants to absorb us into a single state. The EU is like the Borg in Star Trek: The Next Generation - an alien force which seeks to assimilate all other life forms while pretending just to be cooperating with them.

In the 2016 referendum campaign, David Cameron, like Edward Heath before him, avoided any talk of the EU's aim of creating a single European state. In the 1975 referendum campaign, Heath tried to keep the pro-EEC campaign focused on the supposed economic benefits of our staying in the single market. He told us that we were only joining a market.

Similarly, in the 2016 campaign, Cameron tried to keep the pro-EU campaign focused on the supposed economic benefits of our staying in the EU. He only ever talked about the EU as a market. He told us that a vote to stay in the EU was only a vote to stay in the Single Market. He ducked every question about the EU as a political union.

But what market ever demanded that its members abolish their own citizenship, their own armed forces and their own currency? What market needs its own passport, its own flag, its own national anthem, its own central bank, its own president and its own parliament? The EU was never just a market. The aim has always been to become a political union, using the supposed benefits of a Single Market to tempt the individual member nations, like using a sprat to catch the mackerel.

After talks with Cameron, President Juncker divulged that Cameron wanted the referendum not because he wanted to give us a real choice but because "Cameron wants to dock his country permanently to Europe." If we had voted to stay in the EU, we would have lost our independence. As a subordinate province, we would never have been allowed another referendum. Our vote to leave saved us from that fate. It saved our independence.

In the referendum, we decided that Britain was not going to be a part of this single European state. Those who call for us to be in the single market or call for another referendum should ask themselves whether they really want us to be in a single European state. The British Social Attitudes survey of 2018 found that only three per cent of us want a single European government. 

The Great Betrayal of UK Democracy
Leaving on WTO terms
 

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Guest - Susan Wallace on Saturday, 23 February 2019 12:49

BEING EUROPEAN v BEING AN EU CITIZEN
video - 12 minutes 36 seconds
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmscbGPrkRM
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***Guy Verhofstadt video: https://twitter.com/guyverhofstadt/status/1097080549133438977
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***John Waters speaking at the #Irexit Freedom to Prosper Conference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBTZZs-v-S0
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***Vladimir Bukovsky - The European Union - the New Soviet Union?: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bM2Ql3wOGcU

BEING EUROPEAN v BEING AN EU CITIZEN video - 12 minutes 36 seconds https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jmscbGPrkRM + ***Guy Verhofstadt video: https://twitter.com/guyverhofstadt/status/1097080549133438977 + ***John Waters speaking at the #Irexit Freedom to Prosper Conference: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JBTZZs-v-S0 + ***Vladimir Bukovsky - The European Union - the New Soviet Union?: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bM2Ql3wOGcU
Guest - John Scutter on Monday, 25 February 2019 21:23

Will Podmore is deluding himself if he thinks voting LEAVE has saved us. The deal proposed by May will shackle us to the EU forever (or as long as it lasts) ( and that is even with the backstop removed) and if May's deal is not passed by Parliament May can postpone leaving. One way or another the Remain establishment will prevent us from becoming a fully independent self governing country again.

Will Podmore is deluding himself if he thinks voting LEAVE has saved us. The deal proposed by May will shackle us to the EU forever (or as long as it lasts) ( and that is even with the backstop removed) and if May's deal is not passed by Parliament May can postpone leaving. One way or another the Remain establishment will prevent us from becoming a fully independent self governing country again.
Guest - ROBERT PALACHE on Tuesday, 26 February 2019 16:21

‘EUROPHILIA ETERNAL!’ A SHORT STORY ABOUT THE GLORIOUS EU:


‘Our Parliament, Fergus,’ said the Pole, sniggering, ‘is the veritable cathedral of European Harmony and Reason, the embodiment of truth and goodness. Nothing else can compare to it.’

The two Members of the European Parliament strolled into the Strasbourg building. Its splendour never ceased to impress them. Both of them raised their eyes to the ceiling, in wonder, but not in prayer. ‘In my opinion, Fergus,’ said Grzegorz to his Irish colleague from the European People’s Party, ‘our Parliament outshines all the world’s churches for magnificence; and quite right too!’

Fergus laughed. ‘Yes, Greg,’ he said, ‘and I’m sure that, over time, Europhilia will replace Christianity as the people’s faith too, following today’s proceedings! Nobody will dare to challenge us again. We will be supreme, forever.’

The two men turned to more immediate matters. ‘Moves to establish a coordinated European Army under the command of a general appointed by the Commission are progressing well, I understand,’ said Fergus to the Pole.

‘Yes,’ replied Greg in a confidential tone, ‘the UK and France continue to resist; but I don’t think it will last.’

He continued: ‘Both of those Regions claim to have a ‘glorious history’ when it comes to armed conflict; of Britain, this is doubtless true, but of France it is doubtless untrue; and when challenged on this, the French President threw a hissy fit. I was there when he did. It was very funny.’

‘Even funnier was to watch the Brits demand a right of ‘independent action’ to defend the Falklands from Argentina, or to defend Gibraltar from Spain. We said No, knowing that the Brits have no bullets left following their vote to Remain in their referendum. We expect them to cave. In the end, the Brits always do. Pathetic.’

Fergus laughed again. ‘Indeed!’ he said, ‘their national submission to Our Magnificent Union has gone down well in Ireland. Many Irish love nothing better than to see Britain humiliated. Long may it continue!’

‘And,’ continued Greg, ‘a European Army will be our final guarantee of stability, a complete solution to the risk of Regions trying to split off. I dream of the day Romanian soldiers keep the peace on the streets of Paris! And Swedish police maintain order in Warsaw!’

He warmed to his theme, eyes gleaming, arms waving about. ‘Maybe a regiment of former Somali refugees, installed as European policemen, and armed with water cannon, batons and tear gas, to be the anti-riot police in London? I long to see them suppressing nationalist demonstrators. Such diversity! Such mixing! Such true European togetherness and citizenship! The final victory of our multicultural project!’

Arm-in-arm, the two happy MEPs strolled into the European Parliament together.

Meanwhile, a tour guide was showing a group of Japanese tourists around the same building. She was a specialist in the language. None of the tourists could be in any doubt about their guide’s enthusiasm for the building, and for the Parliament for which it was one of two joint homes.

‘This is the largest multinational parliament in the world,’ she gushed, ‘and second only to India’s, among all parliaments; it’s got 751 members, all directly elected by more than 350 million voters from 28 countries. The next election is due in 2019, so not long to go.’

‘Why two buildings?’ said one of the tourists, ‘why meet in Brussels and Strasbourg? Bit expensive isn’t it? And disruptive.’

The guide scowled momentarily, as if the tourist had loudly broken wind; but she recovered her composure, and replied, ‘It is a testament to the Glorious Principle itself that our Parliament meets in two separate countries, France and Belgium; cost is no object when it comes to furthering the aim of Ever Closer Union.’

The tourist who had asked the question was, however, not to be admonished quite so easily.

‘Ever Closer Union? Is that what you mean by the Glorious Principle? But that’s the aim from which that English prime minister got an exemption, wasn’t it? You know, for the UK, so they voted to Remain in their referendum. So not everyone agrees with that principle. Calling it ‘glorious’ seems a bit strange.’

The guide now looked very cross indeed. She knew though that it was her job to explain, to educate, not to get angry. So she calmed herself and responded.

‘The Parliament,’ she said, ‘is the supreme body of all Europe, it has complete power which supersedes all of these national bodies. That’s clear from the Lisbon Treaty. The Glorious Principle is at the heart of everything the Parliament does, and nobody---certainly not the heads of the member states meeting informally---can just agree to waive it.’

‘Besides,’ she said, sniggering ever-so-slightly, and speaking with an air of faux-confidentiality, ‘no-one cares a hoot about the UK Agreement. Today’s proceedings will confirm that.’

She raised her voice so that all the Japanese tourists could hear her.

‘Today, my friends,’ she said, ‘is an auspicious day for you to have come. I am so pleased for you that you are here for it. For today, supported by the Commission, the Parliament is to finalise a series of key decisions that will entrench permanently the Supremacy of the European Parliament over all legislatures and governments of the member states, and of the European Commission and Court of Justice over all national civil services and courts.’

‘Today we will confirm our historic mission to unify the People of Europe as One Nation, ending the divisiveness and enmity which has marked our history. From the Urals to the Atlantic, from Lapland to Malta, we shall be Bound Together. Forever.’

‘Please join me in the Visitors’ Gallery, from which you can watch these momentous and historic proceedings.’

The gaggle of excited Japanese tourists followed their guide into the Visitors’ Gallery.

They passed by one of the Members off to take his seat. It was no ordinary MEP. It was Antoine Dubois, head of the European People’s Party, the largest political grouping within the Parliament, Greg’s and Fergus’ big boss. He would be sitting right at the front of the hall, with his large grouping of EPP colleagues from various countries. He knew that today was momentous indeed; a day that would be remembered with joy unconfined by all True Believers in European Union, and would cause gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair among the Unbelievers.

The inner cabal of the EU elite---known to the cognoscenti as The Committee for the Creation of a Single World Government--- would be meeting soon after this plenary session, under Dubois’ august chairmanship. At that meeting, they would joyously toast the outcome of the Parliament’s proceedings with fine wines and canapés. Eternal happiness would surely reign amongst all those who live under the benign rule of this Most Glorious Union; and for those failing to share such happiness, the Committee had its plans…...

The atmosphere was tense as the President of the Parliament stood, and looked out at a packed Chamber. As expected, every MEP was there. Without exception.

Everyone knew what was coming. Nevertheless, it must have startled them when the President declared:

‘Normal procedures are suspended. I call for a supporting vote by Members on this.’

Every single Europhile MEP of Left and Right, from whatever country, stood and cheered. Attempts by Euro-sceptic parties to resist this declaration were shouted down.

The President continued:

‘Noted. Members have assented to the suspension. I ask the President of the Commission to assent.’ The head of the European Commission immediately nodded.

‘Accordingly,’ continued the President of the Parliament, ‘I will shortly put to the vote Resolution 1. I will first read Resolution 1.’

He seemed to stretch his back and neck, as he prepared himself for this. He knew that all Europe would be watching, via internet and television channels dedicated to the work of the Union.

‘This Parliament notes that it is the supreme legislative body for all of the European Union; that the European Union is the single unitary country which this Parliament represents; and that all other legislatures of The Regions of the Union (formerly theoretically independent states) are subordinate to this Parliament. This Parliament so resolves.’

As the President read out this Resolution in French, those unfortunate MEPs not possessing an intimate knowledge of the language of Voltaire and Racine were forced to rely on the Parliament’s interpretation system. The interpreters of the Parliament were of the highest quality (thus justifying their enormous cost) and were able to reflect the sonorous tone of the President’s declaration.

As with the resolution to suspend normal procedures, every Euro-obedient MEP in the Chamber rose and cheered. This meant that all MEPs from the European People’s Party rose and cheered, along with all the Socialists, Liberals and Greens, as well as assorted Leftists. The ‘Conservatives and Reformists Group’, sat glumly, silently, its British Tory MEPs humiliated by the turn of events, its Polish MEPs of the nationalist Law&Justice party furious but silent; their clenching of fists indicating that they wanted to ‘live to fight another day’.

Only the two Euro-sceptic groups stood to shout the Resolution down; but its fate had been pre-ordained, and the outcome was inevitable.

‘The Resolution is carried!’ yelled the President, the cheering re-doubling.

‘We now move to Resolution 2!’ the President shouted, ‘I will read it!’

‘Noting and approving of Resolution 1, the Parliament now resolves to require an Oath of Complete and Total Allegiance to the European Union from every Member, it being inconsistent with membership of this Parliament for any person to espouse policies inconsistent with the Glorious Principle of Ever Closer Union. The text of the Oath is as follows: I swear that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to the European Union, noting that any allegiance to any Region of the Union is wholly subordinate to this Oath.’

At this point, the Parliament went completely nuts. The Euro-obedient groups began cheering again, while the Euro-sceptic groups began singing loudly the national anthems of their home countries (or ‘Regions’, as the President had called them); the Polish members of the Conservative grouping sang ‘Poland is not lost’; but the effect of several national anthems being sung at once was to produce cacophony, which rather defeated the object.

The British Conservatives seemed to shrink into their seats, hoping that things could not get worse. Things could, however, get worse, and they promptly did.

The President declared Resolution 2 passed; he then moved on to the third and final Resolution.

‘This Parliament notes the Agreement reached by all 28 heads of government on February 19th 2016 purportedly granting special status to one particular Region, namely that Region historically named The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. This Parliament notes that this Agreement is without effect unless a treaty implementing this Agreement is passed, and unless this Parliament approves the Agreement; and so this Parliament resolves to dis-approve of this Agreement, on the grounds that it is wholly inconsistent with Resolution 1 passed today for any Region to be permitted to have a status inconsistent with the Glorious Principle of Ever Closer Union.’

If it had been possible for the roof of this magnificent building to be raised, the cheering and delight that greeted this third Resolution would have done it. French and German Europhile MEPs were in particularly buoyant mood at this Resolution, turning on the British Conservatives and jeering at them. The Conservatives waited for the ground to swallow them up, but the ground did not grant this favour.

One of the most Europhile of the British Socialists rushed over to the Conservatives group. He had been drinking a lot of premium quality Belgian beer. He had become addicted to this beverage since his 2014 election to the Parliament, abandoning the weaker English bitter he had habitually drunk in his home town, a former coalmining region now notable only for its food banks, betting shops and a plethora of temporary jobs on zero hours contracts.

However, none of this could be an excuse for the most un-Parliamentary language the young man then used towards the other honourable members:

‘You’re so screwed!! We’ve won!! You’ve lost!!’ he yelled at his Conservative fellow-countrymen, his face red, his suit crumpled, his breath smelling of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke from his favoured unfiltered Gauloises Brunes. He turned round and began to remove his trousers, evidently intending to display his buttocks for the edification of the Tories. He was dragged off by a smiling colleague, before he could complete this process.

Almost simultaneously, the youngest member of the British Euro-sceptic group also ran over. He too had been drinking alcohol, albeit not with the Socialist, and his message to the British Conservatives was in similar tone, although its meaning was quite different.

‘You scum! You’ve totally legged over the whole nation! Damn you!’

He too was dragged off, by a colleague who had not been drinking, and who wasn’t smiling.

At this point, ninety officers of the newly appointed Euro-Gendarmerie entered the building, to the sounds of ‘Ode to Joy’, the Euro-anthem, being sung loudly by loyal Euro-obedient MEPs. The Gendarmes were dressed superbly, in a manner that would have befitted Napoleon Bonaparte’s personal bodyguard. With the powers of arrest now available to them, they marched purposely forward and seized hold of certain known dissidents, MEPs who had historically caused trouble.

‘You, citizen, are under arrest for insulting revered members of the European Commission!’ snarled a Turkish officer from the Gendarmerie at the most senior British Euro-sceptic present. The Turk grabbed the MEP by his collar, ruining the knot of his silk tie in the process. The duly elected Member of the Parliament for the Sub-Region of Surrey was then dragged out of the building by the Euro-Gendarmerie.

He was not the only one. The Gendarmerie took other MEPs out by the collar too, and some were even handcuffed. Others were threatened with the taser in order to persuade them to come along quietly.

All of the arrested MEPs were curiously unable to appreciate the legitimacy of their detention. ‘What crime have I committed?’ shouted a Hungarian. ‘Do you know who I am?’ screamed a French lady who had stood for the French presidency unsuccessfully. Both were told that their offences were ‘Sedition and Regionalism’. The arresting officer patiently explained that ‘Regionalism’ referred to the offence of ‘Publicly asserting that a Region of the Union was somehow to be regarded as an Independent Sovereign State’.

‘Such an assertion,’ explained the officer, as he dragged the Hungarian out of the Chamber, ‘is self-evidently treason to Our Most Glorious Union. It is also evidence of insanity, as such an assertion is clearly contrary to the factual position.’

He laughed in the Hungarian’s face. ‘So although the offence normally carries a five-year prison term, you can cop a plea of being a nutter, and spend a few months in a secure hospital for the criminally insane.’

He waved his arms at the other arrested Members. ‘Lots of you traitors will probably end up in the loony bin. You should be good company for each other, as you learn the errors of your anti-European ways, and get re-educated.’

Some of the other arrested MEPs were accused of the same stock offence. Others though were advised that they were charged with different crimes, ranging from ‘Questioning the Legitimacy of the Supremacy of the European Union’ to ‘Writing Poems Not Totally Respectful of the European President’.

Greg, Fergus and the tour guide watched all this with enthusiasm, from their separate vantage points and cheered along with everyone else, as the arrests were made. The British Socialist MEP who had earlier vented spleen at the Conservative group saw an opportunity for a bit of self-serving publicity.

He rushed over to the arrested MEP for Surrey, who was being removed by the Turkish Gendarme. The Socialist knew the Euro-sceptic well and hated him with venom. But now there was an opportunity to lance the boil of that venom, and achieve catharsis. Recalling certain events in Paris on July 28th 1794, the Socialist walked straight up to the arrested man, and screamed right in his face, ‘You monster, spewed up from hell. The thought of your punishment intoxicates me with joy!’

Even though he shouted this in French, the (soon to be former) MEP from Surrey understood those words, and knew they were originally yelled at Maximilien Robespierre by an unknown woman as he was taken, by tumbrel, to his execution at the guillotine.

Having delivered himself of this message, the Socialist noted that the TV camera had captured his moment in the limelight, and then returned to his seat, punching the air with all the delight of a footballer celebrating a particularly significant goal.

The head of the Parliament called for order, and then made his closing declaration:

‘Let Joy be Unconfined for all the Peoples of Our Glorious Union! Tear down these national flags, burn them. Let there be just One Flag, to which all shall pay respect!’

As he spoke, as if on a pre-arranged cue, the national flags of the twenty-eight member states were lowered by several Gendarmes, those who were not engaged in the business of removing traitors. Each flag was, in turn, placed in a huge steel cauldron, which the Gendarmerie had brought in. It was painted blue, adorned with twenty-eight little gold stars. It was evident that someone had painted the European Union flag onto this outsized dish.

The first few flags of the old nations were carefully and respectfully folded by the Gendarmes as they were put into the cauldron. It became clear, however, that this show of respect and care was taking up too much time.

‘Get on with it, citizen!’ snapped the President of the Parliament to the Captain of the Gendarmes. ‘We don’t have all day.’

The Captain signalled the need for haste to his colleagues, who changed their approach immediately. The remaining flags were ripped down and torn in the process. They were then shoved unceremoniously into the cauldron.

‘Look over there,’ said Fergus to Greg, as they smiled and applauded.

Greg looked across and saw that another troop of the Euro-Gendarmerie had lined up on both sides of the path that led from the entrance to the Chamber to the central point occupied by the Leadership Group----as the presidents of the Parliament and of the Commission would hereafter be known across the lucky lands of the Union----and where the Euro-Cauldron had been placed.

‘What’s going to happen next?’ shouted Greg into Fergus’ ear. He had to shout, as the noise in the Chamber of the (many) happy cheering Europhiles and of the (few remaining) screaming defeated nationalists required a shout, even at close proximity.

Fergus grinned and pointed.

At the entrance there appeared a man of about forty. He was tall, handsome, clean-shaven, his dark hair beautifully coiffed above his twinkling blue eyes. He was a well-known figure in his home country. Indeed, he was the president of that country, recently elected with a large majority. He was an ardent Europhile, from a medium sized member state most of whose citizens had steadfastly refused to blame the Union’s policies in any way for the dreadful state of its economy. They preferred to blame such standard totems as ‘big business’, tax avoiders, ‘speculators’, ‘climate change’, cheap Chinese imports and the American president.

Exactly as the Union’s propaganda branch would wish it, thought Greg, admiringly.

The blue-eyed national president was dressed in athlete’s kit. He sported running shoes. These were topped off by a tightly fitting blue lycra one-piece, decorated with the twenty-eight gold stars of the EU Regions. The one-piece hugged his body closely, accentuating his musculature and the bulge of his loins. He carried in his right hand an object which was on fire. It was identical in shape, size and function to an Olympic torch.

Waving to the adoring Europhile MEPs, the athlete ran down the corridor of Gendarmes created for him, smiling for the cameras. When he reached the cauldron, he stopped. He held his arm aloft. He did not move.

The Parliament went silent.

‘Good day,’ said the athlete, ‘honoured citizens of the European Union. I greet you, on this awesome occasion, as a fellow citizen, and as a president of one of our Union’s Regions. We are united in friendship, comrades together. Everybody. Irrespective of language. Irrespective of the history of your Region. Irrespective of any enmity or rivalry that may have existed hitherto. Irrespective of religion. Irrespective of race or colour. And irrespective of whether you were born within the Union’s boundaries or not. For all are equal in our eyes as European Citizens. As long as you are loyal to the flag of the Union, nothing else matters!’

Everyone would have cheered at this undoubted verity, but the athlete had not finished speaking. Still holding up his strong right arm which grasped the torch, he continued:

‘On a plaque at the entrance to this building, there are written the wisest words ever spoken,’ he declared. ‘They are the words of Philip Kerr of the area we now know as the North-West Region formerly called Scotland.’

‘Who was Kerr?’ asked Greg of Fergus. ‘He was the Marquess of Lothian,’ replied the Irishman. ‘A Scottish nobleman. He tried to persuade Churchill to make peace with Germany in 1940. He failed, but what a hero in the cause of European unity. He would be proud of what we are doing today.’

The athlete was still speaking. ‘Those words of Kerr reverberate today. I will remind you of them.’ The athlete stopped and spoke the words that appeared on that famous plaque:

‘National sovereignty is the root cause of the most crying evils of our times….The only final remedy for this evil is the federal union of the peoples’

A murmur of approval of this sentiment could be heard in every corner of the Chamber.

(Naturally, as any MEP who might have disagreed with Kerr had already been ejected.)

‘Today,’ said the athlete, ‘marks the moment we finally extinguish the crying evil identified by Kerr, back in 1939. Join me, my friends, in this most joyful act.’

The athlete theatrically lifted the torch a little higher, stretching his lycra-covered arm to its maximum. At the same moment, the president of the European Commission ran forward. He held a plastic jerry can in his right hand. The can was blue and decorated with the twenty-eight gold stars. He then opened the can and poured the contents into the cauldron.

It was petrol. The president of the Commission nodded to the athlete, and hastily withdrew. The athlete then lowered the torch to the cauldron.

The contents of the cauldron, namely twenty-eight national flags soaked in petrol, immediately caught fire.

The flags burned merrily. Everyone cheered. Loudly.

At the same moment, an enormous flag was undraped from the roof of the building. The flag was twenty feet in length and twenty feet in width, far larger than the individual national flags now feeding the fire in the cauldron. It was, of course, the flag of that newly declared single political entity, The European Union.

But it was slightly different in appearance. The twenty-eight stars were gone. In their place was one enormous gold star.

The single glorious star of the European Union.

‘One Star is all that’s needed,’ whispered Fergus to Greg. ‘Yes,’ replied the European Citizen from the Region Formerly Known as Poland, ‘One Star to rule over twenty-eight little Regions. To mis-quote that Little Englander, Tolkien, One Star to rule them all, and in Our Victory, Bind Them!’

‘Ode to Joy’ burst from the Parliament’s sound system. Louder than it ever had been heard before. The words rang out, sung in their original German, by Berlin’s finest choir.

Fergus and Greg stood with every other person in the Parliament. They sang the song with gusto. Each person’s right arm was stretched across his or her chest, the fist placed right by the left shoulder.

And all across Europe, the serried ranks of the populus, Euro-citizens all, joined in with both song and salute. Whatever they had been doing, they stopped, to do their duty. No, not their duty, their pleasure, their joy. Tears rolled down every cheek as every European citizen’s voice rose, the choral section of Beethoven’s Ninth sung in every Regional language, as the birth of The European Union of Perpetual Reason, Peace and Harmony was celebrated.

They knew. They understood at last. They loved Mother Europe.
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At London’s City Airport, a private jet was taxi-ing on the runway. The jet had but one passenger. He was the British member of The Committee for the Creation of a Single World Government, and a very well-known former politician. As foreign minister of his native land, he had been credited with the remarkable feat of persuading a former American president to abandon plans for the invasion of Iraq a decade or so previously. Consequently, the Press had dubbed him ‘Tom The Peacemaker’. From then on, all journalists adored him.

As did everyone else. An ardent Europhile, it was his intervention in the referendum debate that had swung it for Remain. His passionate argument that the UK could be ‘in Europe, but not absorbed by Europe’ had turned a likely four point win for Leave into a four point win for Remain.

He had watched the proceedings at the European Parliament on his iPad. He knew that the game was up for him, his duty done to the Europe he loved, but his reputation in the UK likely to be trashed. Many would call for his head.

‘Okay,’ he thought, ‘Time to scarper.’ He was relieved to be getting out. ‘Panama,’ he had decided, ‘that’s the place for me. And for Bonny and the kids. Loads of cash at bank, and the world is our oyster.’

He leaned back in his leather seat, and lifted to his lips a glass of vintage champagne.

He grinned to himself. ‘Job done, though,’ he muttered, ‘Job very well done.’

And as he drank the Veuve Cliquot, the ‘plane took off. As it ascended, night fell over the European Union Region Formerly Known as England.

THE END





‘EUROPHILIA ETERNAL!’ A SHORT STORY ABOUT THE GLORIOUS EU: ‘Our Parliament, Fergus,’ said the Pole, sniggering, ‘is the veritable cathedral of European Harmony and Reason, the embodiment of truth and goodness. Nothing else can compare to it.’ The two Members of the European Parliament strolled into the Strasbourg building. Its splendour never ceased to impress them. Both of them raised their eyes to the ceiling, in wonder, but not in prayer. ‘In my opinion, Fergus,’ said Grzegorz to his Irish colleague from the European People’s Party, ‘our Parliament outshines all the world’s churches for magnificence; and quite right too!’ Fergus laughed. ‘Yes, Greg,’ he said, ‘and I’m sure that, over time, Europhilia will replace Christianity as the people’s faith too, following today’s proceedings! Nobody will dare to challenge us again. We will be supreme, forever.’ The two men turned to more immediate matters. ‘Moves to establish a coordinated European Army under the command of a general appointed by the Commission are progressing well, I understand,’ said Fergus to the Pole. ‘Yes,’ replied Greg in a confidential tone, ‘the UK and France continue to resist; but I don’t think it will last.’ He continued: ‘Both of those Regions claim to have a ‘glorious history’ when it comes to armed conflict; of Britain, this is doubtless true, but of France it is doubtless untrue; and when challenged on this, the French President threw a hissy fit. I was there when he did. It was very funny.’ ‘Even funnier was to watch the Brits demand a right of ‘independent action’ to defend the Falklands from Argentina, or to defend Gibraltar from Spain. We said No, knowing that the Brits have no bullets left following their vote to Remain in their referendum. We expect them to cave. In the end, the Brits always do. Pathetic.’ Fergus laughed again. ‘Indeed!’ he said, ‘their national submission to Our Magnificent Union has gone down well in Ireland. Many Irish love nothing better than to see Britain humiliated. Long may it continue!’ ‘And,’ continued Greg, ‘a European Army will be our final guarantee of stability, a complete solution to the risk of Regions trying to split off. I dream of the day Romanian soldiers keep the peace on the streets of Paris! And Swedish police maintain order in Warsaw!’ He warmed to his theme, eyes gleaming, arms waving about. ‘Maybe a regiment of former Somali refugees, installed as European policemen, and armed with water cannon, batons and tear gas, to be the anti-riot police in London? I long to see them suppressing nationalist demonstrators. Such diversity! Such mixing! Such true European togetherness and citizenship! The final victory of our multicultural project!’ Arm-in-arm, the two happy MEPs strolled into the European Parliament together. Meanwhile, a tour guide was showing a group of Japanese tourists around the same building. She was a specialist in the language. None of the tourists could be in any doubt about their guide’s enthusiasm for the building, and for the Parliament for which it was one of two joint homes. ‘This is the largest multinational parliament in the world,’ she gushed, ‘and second only to India’s, among all parliaments; it’s got 751 members, all directly elected by more than 350 million voters from 28 countries. The next election is due in 2019, so not long to go.’ ‘Why two buildings?’ said one of the tourists, ‘why meet in Brussels and Strasbourg? Bit expensive isn’t it? And disruptive.’ The guide scowled momentarily, as if the tourist had loudly broken wind; but she recovered her composure, and replied, ‘It is a testament to the Glorious Principle itself that our Parliament meets in two separate countries, France and Belgium; cost is no object when it comes to furthering the aim of Ever Closer Union.’ The tourist who had asked the question was, however, not to be admonished quite so easily. ‘Ever Closer Union? Is that what you mean by the Glorious Principle? But that’s the aim from which that English prime minister got an exemption, wasn’t it? You know, for the UK, so they voted to Remain in their referendum. So not everyone agrees with that principle. Calling it ‘glorious’ seems a bit strange.’ The guide now looked very cross indeed. She knew though that it was her job to explain, to educate, not to get angry. So she calmed herself and responded. ‘The Parliament,’ she said, ‘is the supreme body of all Europe, it has complete power which supersedes all of these national bodies. That’s clear from the Lisbon Treaty. The Glorious Principle is at the heart of everything the Parliament does, and nobody---certainly not the heads of the member states meeting informally---can just agree to waive it.’ ‘Besides,’ she said, sniggering ever-so-slightly, and speaking with an air of faux-confidentiality, ‘no-one cares a hoot about the UK Agreement. Today’s proceedings will confirm that.’ She raised her voice so that all the Japanese tourists could hear her. ‘Today, my friends,’ she said, ‘is an auspicious day for you to have come. I am so pleased for you that you are here for it. For today, supported by the Commission, the Parliament is to finalise a series of key decisions that will entrench permanently the Supremacy of the European Parliament over all legislatures and governments of the member states, and of the European Commission and Court of Justice over all national civil services and courts.’ ‘Today we will confirm our historic mission to unify the People of Europe as One Nation, ending the divisiveness and enmity which has marked our history. From the Urals to the Atlantic, from Lapland to Malta, we shall be Bound Together. Forever.’ ‘Please join me in the Visitors’ Gallery, from which you can watch these momentous and historic proceedings.’ The gaggle of excited Japanese tourists followed their guide into the Visitors’ Gallery. They passed by one of the Members off to take his seat. It was no ordinary MEP. It was Antoine Dubois, head of the European People’s Party, the largest political grouping within the Parliament, Greg’s and Fergus’ big boss. He would be sitting right at the front of the hall, with his large grouping of EPP colleagues from various countries. He knew that today was momentous indeed; a day that would be remembered with joy unconfined by all True Believers in European Union, and would cause gnashing of teeth and tearing of hair among the Unbelievers. The inner cabal of the EU elite---known to the cognoscenti as The Committee for the Creation of a Single World Government--- would be meeting soon after this plenary session, under Dubois’ august chairmanship. At that meeting, they would joyously toast the outcome of the Parliament’s proceedings with fine wines and canapés. Eternal happiness would surely reign amongst all those who live under the benign rule of this Most Glorious Union; and for those failing to share such happiness, the Committee had its plans…... The atmosphere was tense as the President of the Parliament stood, and looked out at a packed Chamber. As expected, every MEP was there. Without exception. Everyone knew what was coming. Nevertheless, it must have startled them when the President declared: ‘Normal procedures are suspended. I call for a supporting vote by Members on this.’ Every single Europhile MEP of Left and Right, from whatever country, stood and cheered. Attempts by Euro-sceptic parties to resist this declaration were shouted down. The President continued: ‘Noted. Members have assented to the suspension. I ask the President of the Commission to assent.’ The head of the European Commission immediately nodded. ‘Accordingly,’ continued the President of the Parliament, ‘I will shortly put to the vote Resolution 1. I will first read Resolution 1.’ He seemed to stretch his back and neck, as he prepared himself for this. He knew that all Europe would be watching, via internet and television channels dedicated to the work of the Union. ‘This Parliament notes that it is the supreme legislative body for all of the European Union; that the European Union is the single unitary country which this Parliament represents; and that all other legislatures of The Regions of the Union (formerly theoretically independent states) are subordinate to this Parliament. This Parliament so resolves.’ As the President read out this Resolution in French, those unfortunate MEPs not possessing an intimate knowledge of the language of Voltaire and Racine were forced to rely on the Parliament’s interpretation system. The interpreters of the Parliament were of the highest quality (thus justifying their enormous cost) and were able to reflect the sonorous tone of the President’s declaration. As with the resolution to suspend normal procedures, every Euro-obedient MEP in the Chamber rose and cheered. This meant that all MEPs from the European People’s Party rose and cheered, along with all the Socialists, Liberals and Greens, as well as assorted Leftists. The ‘Conservatives and Reformists Group’, sat glumly, silently, its British Tory MEPs humiliated by the turn of events, its Polish MEPs of the nationalist Law&Justice party furious but silent; their clenching of fists indicating that they wanted to ‘live to fight another day’. Only the two Euro-sceptic groups stood to shout the Resolution down; but its fate had been pre-ordained, and the outcome was inevitable. ‘The Resolution is carried!’ yelled the President, the cheering re-doubling. ‘We now move to Resolution 2!’ the President shouted, ‘I will read it!’ ‘Noting and approving of Resolution 1, the Parliament now resolves to require an Oath of Complete and Total Allegiance to the European Union from every Member, it being inconsistent with membership of this Parliament for any person to espouse policies inconsistent with the Glorious Principle of Ever Closer Union. The text of the Oath is as follows: I swear that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to the European Union, noting that any allegiance to any Region of the Union is wholly subordinate to this Oath.’ At this point, the Parliament went completely nuts. The Euro-obedient groups began cheering again, while the Euro-sceptic groups began singing loudly the national anthems of their home countries (or ‘Regions’, as the President had called them); the Polish members of the Conservative grouping sang ‘Poland is not lost’; but the effect of several national anthems being sung at once was to produce cacophony, which rather defeated the object. The British Conservatives seemed to shrink into their seats, hoping that things could not get worse. Things could, however, get worse, and they promptly did. The President declared Resolution 2 passed; he then moved on to the third and final Resolution. ‘This Parliament notes the Agreement reached by all 28 heads of government on February 19th 2016 purportedly granting special status to one particular Region, namely that Region historically named The United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland. This Parliament notes that this Agreement is without effect unless a treaty implementing this Agreement is passed, and unless this Parliament approves the Agreement; and so this Parliament resolves to dis-approve of this Agreement, on the grounds that it is wholly inconsistent with Resolution 1 passed today for any Region to be permitted to have a status inconsistent with the Glorious Principle of Ever Closer Union.’ If it had been possible for the roof of this magnificent building to be raised, the cheering and delight that greeted this third Resolution would have done it. French and German Europhile MEPs were in particularly buoyant mood at this Resolution, turning on the British Conservatives and jeering at them. The Conservatives waited for the ground to swallow them up, but the ground did not grant this favour. One of the most Europhile of the British Socialists rushed over to the Conservatives group. He had been drinking a lot of premium quality Belgian beer. He had become addicted to this beverage since his 2014 election to the Parliament, abandoning the weaker English bitter he had habitually drunk in his home town, a former coalmining region now notable only for its food banks, betting shops and a plethora of temporary jobs on zero hours contracts. However, none of this could be an excuse for the most un-Parliamentary language the young man then used towards the other honourable members: ‘You’re so screwed!! We’ve won!! You’ve lost!!’ he yelled at his Conservative fellow-countrymen, his face red, his suit crumpled, his breath smelling of alcohol and stale cigarette smoke from his favoured unfiltered Gauloises Brunes. He turned round and began to remove his trousers, evidently intending to display his buttocks for the edification of the Tories. He was dragged off by a smiling colleague, before he could complete this process. Almost simultaneously, the youngest member of the British Euro-sceptic group also ran over. He too had been drinking alcohol, albeit not with the Socialist, and his message to the British Conservatives was in similar tone, although its meaning was quite different. ‘You scum! You’ve totally legged over the whole nation! Damn you!’ He too was dragged off, by a colleague who had not been drinking, and who wasn’t smiling. At this point, ninety officers of the newly appointed Euro-Gendarmerie entered the building, to the sounds of ‘Ode to Joy’, the Euro-anthem, being sung loudly by loyal Euro-obedient MEPs. The Gendarmes were dressed superbly, in a manner that would have befitted Napoleon Bonaparte’s personal bodyguard. With the powers of arrest now available to them, they marched purposely forward and seized hold of certain known dissidents, MEPs who had historically caused trouble. ‘You, citizen, are under arrest for insulting revered members of the European Commission!’ snarled a Turkish officer from the Gendarmerie at the most senior British Euro-sceptic present. The Turk grabbed the MEP by his collar, ruining the knot of his silk tie in the process. The duly elected Member of the Parliament for the Sub-Region of Surrey was then dragged out of the building by the Euro-Gendarmerie. He was not the only one. The Gendarmerie took other MEPs out by the collar too, and some were even handcuffed. Others were threatened with the taser in order to persuade them to come along quietly. All of the arrested MEPs were curiously unable to appreciate the legitimacy of their detention. ‘What crime have I committed?’ shouted a Hungarian. ‘Do you know who I am?’ screamed a French lady who had stood for the French presidency unsuccessfully. Both were told that their offences were ‘Sedition and Regionalism’. The arresting officer patiently explained that ‘Regionalism’ referred to the offence of ‘Publicly asserting that a Region of the Union was somehow to be regarded as an Independent Sovereign State’. ‘Such an assertion,’ explained the officer, as he dragged the Hungarian out of the Chamber, ‘is self-evidently treason to Our Most Glorious Union. It is also evidence of insanity, as such an assertion is clearly contrary to the factual position.’ He laughed in the Hungarian’s face. ‘So although the offence normally carries a five-year prison term, you can cop a plea of being a nutter, and spend a few months in a secure hospital for the criminally insane.’ He waved his arms at the other arrested Members. ‘Lots of you traitors will probably end up in the loony bin. You should be good company for each other, as you learn the errors of your anti-European ways, and get re-educated.’ Some of the other arrested MEPs were accused of the same stock offence. Others though were advised that they were charged with different crimes, ranging from ‘Questioning the Legitimacy of the Supremacy of the European Union’ to ‘Writing Poems Not Totally Respectful of the European President’. Greg, Fergus and the tour guide watched all this with enthusiasm, from their separate vantage points and cheered along with everyone else, as the arrests were made. The British Socialist MEP who had earlier vented spleen at the Conservative group saw an opportunity for a bit of self-serving publicity. He rushed over to the arrested MEP for Surrey, who was being removed by the Turkish Gendarme. The Socialist knew the Euro-sceptic well and hated him with venom. But now there was an opportunity to lance the boil of that venom, and achieve catharsis. Recalling certain events in Paris on July 28th 1794, the Socialist walked straight up to the arrested man, and screamed right in his face, ‘You monster, spewed up from hell. The thought of your punishment intoxicates me with joy!’ Even though he shouted this in French, the (soon to be former) MEP from Surrey understood those words, and knew they were originally yelled at Maximilien Robespierre by an unknown woman as he was taken, by tumbrel, to his execution at the guillotine. Having delivered himself of this message, the Socialist noted that the TV camera had captured his moment in the limelight, and then returned to his seat, punching the air with all the delight of a footballer celebrating a particularly significant goal. The head of the Parliament called for order, and then made his closing declaration: ‘Let Joy be Unconfined for all the Peoples of Our Glorious Union! Tear down these national flags, burn them. Let there be just One Flag, to which all shall pay respect!’ As he spoke, as if on a pre-arranged cue, the national flags of the twenty-eight member states were lowered by several Gendarmes, those who were not engaged in the business of removing traitors. Each flag was, in turn, placed in a huge steel cauldron, which the Gendarmerie had brought in. It was painted blue, adorned with twenty-eight little gold stars. It was evident that someone had painted the European Union flag onto this outsized dish. The first few flags of the old nations were carefully and respectfully folded by the Gendarmes as they were put into the cauldron. It became clear, however, that this show of respect and care was taking up too much time. ‘Get on with it, citizen!’ snapped the President of the Parliament to the Captain of the Gendarmes. ‘We don’t have all day.’ The Captain signalled the need for haste to his colleagues, who changed their approach immediately. The remaining flags were ripped down and torn in the process. They were then shoved unceremoniously into the cauldron. ‘Look over there,’ said Fergus to Greg, as they smiled and applauded. Greg looked across and saw that another troop of the Euro-Gendarmerie had lined up on both sides of the path that led from the entrance to the Chamber to the central point occupied by the Leadership Group----as the presidents of the Parliament and of the Commission would hereafter be known across the lucky lands of the Union----and where the Euro-Cauldron had been placed. ‘What’s going to happen next?’ shouted Greg into Fergus’ ear. He had to shout, as the noise in the Chamber of the (many) happy cheering Europhiles and of the (few remaining) screaming defeated nationalists required a shout, even at close proximity. Fergus grinned and pointed. At the entrance there appeared a man of about forty. He was tall, handsome, clean-shaven, his dark hair beautifully coiffed above his twinkling blue eyes. He was a well-known figure in his home country. Indeed, he was the president of that country, recently elected with a large majority. He was an ardent Europhile, from a medium sized member state most of whose citizens had steadfastly refused to blame the Union’s policies in any way for the dreadful state of its economy. They preferred to blame such standard totems as ‘big business’, tax avoiders, ‘speculators’, ‘climate change’, cheap Chinese imports and the American president. Exactly as the Union’s propaganda branch would wish it, thought Greg, admiringly. The blue-eyed national president was dressed in athlete’s kit. He sported running shoes. These were topped off by a tightly fitting blue lycra one-piece, decorated with the twenty-eight gold stars of the EU Regions. The one-piece hugged his body closely, accentuating his musculature and the bulge of his loins. He carried in his right hand an object which was on fire. It was identical in shape, size and function to an Olympic torch. Waving to the adoring Europhile MEPs, the athlete ran down the corridor of Gendarmes created for him, smiling for the cameras. When he reached the cauldron, he stopped. He held his arm aloft. He did not move. The Parliament went silent. ‘Good day,’ said the athlete, ‘honoured citizens of the European Union. I greet you, on this awesome occasion, as a fellow citizen, and as a president of one of our Union’s Regions. We are united in friendship, comrades together. Everybody. Irrespective of language. Irrespective of the history of your Region. Irrespective of any enmity or rivalry that may have existed hitherto. Irrespective of religion. Irrespective of race or colour. And irrespective of whether you were born within the Union’s boundaries or not. For all are equal in our eyes as European Citizens. As long as you are loyal to the flag of the Union, nothing else matters!’ Everyone would have cheered at this undoubted verity, but the athlete had not finished speaking. Still holding up his strong right arm which grasped the torch, he continued: ‘On a plaque at the entrance to this building, there are written the wisest words ever spoken,’ he declared. ‘They are the words of Philip Kerr of the area we now know as the North-West Region formerly called Scotland.’ ‘Who was Kerr?’ asked Greg of Fergus. ‘He was the Marquess of Lothian,’ replied the Irishman. ‘A Scottish nobleman. He tried to persuade Churchill to make peace with Germany in 1940. He failed, but what a hero in the cause of European unity. He would be proud of what we are doing today.’ The athlete was still speaking. ‘Those words of Kerr reverberate today. I will remind you of them.’ The athlete stopped and spoke the words that appeared on that famous plaque: ‘National sovereignty is the root cause of the most crying evils of our times….The only final remedy for this evil is the federal union of the peoples’ A murmur of approval of this sentiment could be heard in every corner of the Chamber. (Naturally, as any MEP who might have disagreed with Kerr had already been ejected.) ‘Today,’ said the athlete, ‘marks the moment we finally extinguish the crying evil identified by Kerr, back in 1939. Join me, my friends, in this most joyful act.’ The athlete theatrically lifted the torch a little higher, stretching his lycra-covered arm to its maximum. At the same moment, the president of the European Commission ran forward. He held a plastic jerry can in his right hand. The can was blue and decorated with the twenty-eight gold stars. He then opened the can and poured the contents into the cauldron. It was petrol. The president of the Commission nodded to the athlete, and hastily withdrew. The athlete then lowered the torch to the cauldron. The contents of the cauldron, namely twenty-eight national flags soaked in petrol, immediately caught fire. The flags burned merrily. Everyone cheered. Loudly. At the same moment, an enormous flag was undraped from the roof of the building. The flag was twenty feet in length and twenty feet in width, far larger than the individual national flags now feeding the fire in the cauldron. It was, of course, the flag of that newly declared single political entity, The European Union. But it was slightly different in appearance. The twenty-eight stars were gone. In their place was one enormous gold star. The single glorious star of the European Union. ‘One Star is all that’s needed,’ whispered Fergus to Greg. ‘Yes,’ replied the European Citizen from the Region Formerly Known as Poland, ‘One Star to rule over twenty-eight little Regions. To mis-quote that Little Englander, Tolkien, One Star to rule them all, and in Our Victory, Bind Them!’ ‘Ode to Joy’ burst from the Parliament’s sound system. Louder than it ever had been heard before. The words rang out, sung in their original German, by Berlin’s finest choir. Fergus and Greg stood with every other person in the Parliament. They sang the song with gusto. Each person’s right arm was stretched across his or her chest, the fist placed right by the left shoulder. And all across Europe, the serried ranks of the populus, Euro-citizens all, joined in with both song and salute. Whatever they had been doing, they stopped, to do their duty. No, not their duty, their pleasure, their joy. Tears rolled down every cheek as every European citizen’s voice rose, the choral section of Beethoven’s Ninth sung in every Regional language, as the birth of The European Union of Perpetual Reason, Peace and Harmony was celebrated. They knew. They understood at last. They loved Mother Europe. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ At London’s City Airport, a private jet was taxi-ing on the runway. The jet had but one passenger. He was the British member of The Committee for the Creation of a Single World Government, and a very well-known former politician. As foreign minister of his native land, he had been credited with the remarkable feat of persuading a former American president to abandon plans for the invasion of Iraq a decade or so previously. Consequently, the Press had dubbed him ‘Tom The Peacemaker’. From then on, all journalists adored him. As did everyone else. An ardent Europhile, it was his intervention in the referendum debate that had swung it for Remain. His passionate argument that the UK could be ‘in Europe, but not absorbed by Europe’ had turned a likely four point win for Leave into a four point win for Remain. He had watched the proceedings at the European Parliament on his iPad. He knew that the game was up for him, his duty done to the Europe he loved, but his reputation in the UK likely to be trashed. Many would call for his head. ‘Okay,’ he thought, ‘Time to scarper.’ He was relieved to be getting out. ‘Panama,’ he had decided, ‘that’s the place for me. And for Bonny and the kids. Loads of cash at bank, and the world is our oyster.’ He leaned back in his leather seat, and lifted to his lips a glass of vintage champagne. He grinned to himself. ‘Job done, though,’ he muttered, ‘Job very well done.’ And as he drank the Veuve Cliquot, the ‘plane took off. As it ascended, night fell over the European Union Region Formerly Known as England. THE END
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