The Fall of House Ramanov (The Fall of Europe's Eagles)

House Ramanov

Russia, as most people know, is a gigantic country that covers over 17 million square miles. There is no other nation like it. Part is in Eastern Europe and another bigger part is in Northern Asia. It also stretches south into the Middle East near Turkey and Iran. This colossal country was always hard to govern over so vast an area with many different types of peoples.

Tsar Nicholas II

During the time of the last and final Tsar Nicholas II, there was just one railway running across the vastness of Russia into Siberia, the Asian part of the nation. This meant that much of the country was cut off. The peasants lived in humble ignorance of many things that everyday laymen in other nations took for granted. Passing news and other resources like food and machinery was extremely difficult. Much of the peasant population was neglected.

Those people that chose not to live in the countryside as peasants worked in cities like Moscow or St Petersburg. They would work in factories and live the lives of the downtrodden proletariat – low paid, bad working conditions, and horrendously crowded living accommodation. Many found food sustenance lacking and the ordinary city dweller had a very bad diet. Early mortality among the proletariat was common due to such harsh living conditions.

These people began to harbour a growing frustration and resentment towards the high ranking and privileged classes that ruled over them and they wanted to change their poor circumstance by improving their standard of living. They did all the usual things like form trade unions and strike for better conditions. Also, they tried to bring reasonable protests before the government and their Tsar Nicholas II. It was to no avail and often they would be imprisoned for, what Tsar and government thought, taking liberties they were not entitled too. The rulers would not accept a concept that freedom and fairness was a right that they (Tsar and rulers) should not be allowed to grant or take away.

Many who led such demonstrations of protest were forced into prison camps in Siberia or forced to go into exile. In 1905, things became so bad that a delegation of strikers and other citizens tried to gain an audience with the Tsar at his palace. These people hoped the Tsar would meet with them, but instead an army unit was used to open fire killing upwards of 500 protesters. More were captured and interned with others being tried and executed.

The Russian masses were willing to follow anyone with the right know how to make their miserable lives better. Living in exile were several young antagonists who believed in the doctrines of a man called Karl Marx. These were termed Marxists and one such man was called Lenin. He knew that one day the Tsarist regime and its governors would need to be replaced so that Russia could become a modern country where educated masses could all play a part in the running of the country and all would be able to have a decent standard of living. None would be able to have the privilege that the ruling classes of imperial Russia enjoyed at the workers and peasants expense.

Of course, in theory, this is easier said than done. Lenin attended meeting after meeting, addressed committee after committee, in exile, all over Europe from Britain to Switzerland. If Lenin learned one thing, while attending these meetings, it was that sometimes he would have to ride roughly shod over some of the new voices that were clambering to be heard. There were so many points of view from so many well meaningful people and no one could please all the people all the time. Some of the things brought up were obscure and secondary in significance to the needs of revolutionary change. The revolutionary groups had to be brought into line under one firm leadership that could establish control when the time for change would come.

Lenin had the foresight to see that if a revolution did take place, there might be so many small radical groups deliberating of trivia – doing the same thing back home as in exile, that it could be usurped before it got off of the ground by middle-class academics with an organised police force behind it. The workers and peasants would jump from oppression into another led by a new young middle-class intelligentsia. This he feared and he knew he would have to act swiftly if and when the time came.

That he might be an oppressor and of the young intelligentsia did not occur to him and if it did, he was the better way, from his point of view. He set about building his revolutionary groups by uniting them with the common goal of attaining power first and foremost. All else could be sorted later when a rudimentary law was established in the post-revolutionary Russia. This had not occurred yet and seemed a long way off, but he continued to try and shape a basis of Marxist power in exile – one that would be ready to enter Russia and take up the power vacuum if the weak and ineffectual Tsar was deposed.

In 1914 Russia was forced into a war with the Central powers of the Austro-Hungarian Empire and the German Empire. France and Great Britain joined imperial Russia for the biggest imperial family falling out the world had ever seen. I know to call it such is perhaps disrespectful, but I am an ordinary person sitting on a computer enjoying a look back, and this Great War was to bring about the deaths of many decent people all across the world. I can’t help but get cross by that thought sometimes. I find the events and privileged people involved in all this dreadful, fascinating and compelling. I’m sure many were good who accidentally brought about ill for the many and with hindsight; many of these grand rulers would not have trod the path they did. Perhaps I would have made exactly the same mistakes if I had been one of these high-ranking rulers. In reality, they were as much victims of their environment as others, but it was still a reckless inter-imperial family squabble that would turn Europe upside down and leave it in turmoil for much of the 20th century.

Tsar Nicholas II mobilised his army and went to war against the Central Powers of Germany and Austro-Hungarian Empire. From the start, Russia’s war effort was mismanaged. There were problems with government and logistics, industrial output and continuous replacement of high ranking officers and officials in army and government. Tsarina Alexandra was becoming more unpopular because of her influence over the Tsar. That she was also a German did not help matters. She was often referred to as, ‘The German Woman’ in cold terms. The Tsar was the absolute ruler and he often dissolved the Duma (Parliament) and called it together as and when he saw fit. He appointed ministers that would do his bidding and if they did not, he sacked them. To fall foul of the Tsarina could destroy a political career. To win her favour could bring great power.

One such person was a strange priest called Father Grigory or Rasputin as he became known. He had pleased Tsarina Alexandria because of spiritual help he had brought to her and her young haemophiliac son Alexis. She persuaded her husband Tsar Nicholas II to bestow government powers over him, much to the despair of his Duma representatives. The Tsar finally left his Tsarina wife Alexandria to watch over matters of government while he went to the front too, as he put it, share in the responsibilities of conducting the war against Germany and the Austro-Hungarian Empire.

Things got worse. On the front, his soldiers became openly mutinous towards their officers. In some parts, they shot their leaders while in Moscow and Petrograd (St Petersburg) more strikes and civil unrest escalated. Also, Rasputin, the mad monk, was killed. Eventually, some men in the Duma invoked a call for the Tsar to abdicate. A man called Alexander Kerensky who was a socialist-led the rebellion in the Duma. He was one of the very types of the young intelligentsia that Lenin feared.

As the Tsar was on board a train coming back from the front to one of his palaces to try and take control of the internal strife in his country; he and his entourage were stopped by his army along the route. He was confronted by one of his high ranking officers who tried politely to say that his signature of abdication was needed and the Duma would now be taking control of the country and the continued war with Germany and the Austro-Hungarian Empire. At first, the Tsar tried to remonstrate but then Nicholas was firmly told that the Duma and Armed forces demanded his abdication.

In layman’s terms, the Tsar was sacked but the men that did it were not so radical that they would harm the Tsar. Kerensky had every ambition of continuing the war against the Central Powers of Europe. However, other cogs of the political wheel were set in motion. The Marxist groups led by Lenin were in exile in Switzerland and his political agenda was to end the pointless imperial war with Central Europe. As far as Lenin was concerned, the imperialist aristocrats could carry on their war and leave Russia to sort her internal problems out.

Germany, at war with Russia, saw an opportunity to help replace the Russian government with one that would end the war on the Eastern front. It would allow Germany to release a large number of divisions over to the western front against France and Great Britain’s Empire forces. However, the ministers needed to persuade Kaiser Wilhelm II to allow Lenin and his revolutionary Marxists to pass through German territory into Russia from Switzerland – something that Wilhelm was not keen on. The Tsar was, after all, his cousin and he thought rightly, that Germany would be replacing an imperial power with a Bolshevik one that would one day threaten them more then Tsarist Russia could.

In the end, the Kaiser relented and Lenin and his cohorts were transported across Germany from Switzerland into Russia. From here Lenin was met by members of the new Soviet guard (loyal to his cause) and they escorted him to Petrograd. The middle-class intelligentsia of the Duma that had been trying to take over the masses and keep them in the war effort against Germany was replaced by Lenin and his men who enjoyed the support of the masses - the Marxists had won power. Some of the Duma where removed, some fled to join the White army, some joined the Marxists and others of little use to the Marxists were killed or interned. Russia’s aristocracy and upper ruling classes were about to pay the bill for years of imperialist oppression. Many that could get away fled abroad never to return – others were not so fortunate.

The former Tsar Nicholas and his wife Alexandria were handed over to the Bolsheviks along with his young son and heir Alexis – also his four daughters Olga, Tatiana, Marie and Anastasia. For a while, the defunct Royal family was transported to various locations and held in continual captivity. While any Romanov lived the White Russian forces, who still tried to fight on, hoped to restore the monarchy one day. Eventually, the inevitable decision was made by the Bolsheviks to be rid of the Romanov Royal family forever. In July of 1918 the entire Royal family, along with some Royal household servants who had remained with them, were killed as they were lined up in the cellar of a house near the Ural mountains. A Chech unit of the White army was battling the Reds close by. A group of hardened Bolsheviks came before the family and servants and shot everyone in a violent and evil end to the Romanov dynasty. The bloodline had ended and with it the Russian monarchy - forever. 

Romanov's final moments before Bolshevik executioners.

The Battle of Solferino and the Geneva Convention

One cannot underestimate the consequence of the Battle of Solferino. It brought about the creation of the Geneva Convention. 

The battle was fought in 1859 between the Austrian Emperor Franz Joseph I and the allied French and Piedmontese forces. This was a confrontation of the second Italian War of Independence. 

Much of Northern Italy was part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire, ruled over by the twenty-nine-year-old Austrian Emperor. This young emperor would rule for almost sixty-eight years and would die in 1916. He would preside over many decades of change in central Europe. 

This was a time where the power of the Austro Hungarian Empire would diminish. The Battle of Solferino would see the young emperor clash with France's Napoleon III and Victor Emmanuel II of the Italian-Piedmontese. 

The ferocious battle would see diabolical suffering and would result in Emperor Franz Joseph I losing the colossal confrontation. The consequences for the young monarch would be devastating even though he would see a further fifty-seven years of rule.  

His 130, 000 troops would clash with 140,000 French and Italian-Piedmontese troops. It was to be the last battle where either side was led by a monarch. Many argue that Franz Joseph was too young and out of his depth to lead such a force. Perhaps the same could be said for the French and Sardinians? Though these respected men were older and perhaps better experienced than the young Austro-Hungarian emperor.  

Over 2,300 soldiers of the allied French-Italian forces were killed with a further 12,000+ wounded. Just under 2,800 missing in action.  Over 17,000 casualties in all. Even though they were the victors.

For the Austrians, there was a loss of just under 2,400 killed with almost 9,300 missing in action and over 10,600 wounded. This totalled just over 22,300 casualties and losses. 

The aftermath and reports of wounded and dying on the battlefield brought about a calamitous outrage. This resulted in the Geneva Convention coming into existence.  

The Inner Core EU Have Become Like the Old Untouchables in the Palace of Versailles.

The EU could have been a good idea, but with no electoral control over the inner core, we – the people can’t punish such un-elected rulers via the ballot box. This has resulted in a hijacking of a glorious project. Ruined by liberal socialists who spout their cheaply acquired nobility. Unaccountable people who impose (what they decide) is good for us. No arguments, no discussion. If you do get a vote and reject anything. You are blackmailed and forced to vote again.

The majority of UK people voted to leave the EU and an even bigger majority of the nation accept the result. Business must fund itself or perish. Some of our smaller industries can't get up to run because of the EU red tape that binds them. There are consequences of staying in and there are challenges of coming out. We have heard all of this before we voted. Many decided that staying in the EU, and having no electoral control over a second and higher tier of unelected rulers, far more troublesome than being independent. Independent and with electoral control seems safer despite the efforts of economic fear mongering. We do not want to be ruled by business people and economists. We’ve had too much of that and they have not always been right.

The people must have a choice, not a boardroom committee. They become disengaged with us (the people) and impose what they decide it right. We can see the problems of this governing apparatus much more nowadays. It will have to change and adapt or things will get worse for Europe because of the EU.

For decades now, mass migration on a level of gross irresponsibility has been easily splattered as racism. It has been tossed aside as something dirty and not worthy of attention. It has been conveniently dismissed for years with a batch of unsavoury labels to hang on anyone who dares to mention the subject. These Liberal elitists think they should have a free pass on immigration. They no longer think rank and file workers, who must make up a huge majority of the European population, should have any say concerning the mass movement of people.

The un-elected inner governing core of the EU have become like the untouchables in Palace of Versailles. How long before more nations rebel? How long before some brave soul within the EU acknowledges that a union must belong to the people and the EU is subservient to an electorate? How long before inner core EU politicians engage with an electorate whose concerns and fears must be acted upon in order to be elected to a high level of responsibility?

A World War I Tank Called Deborah.

British Mark IV Female Tank WWI

The Dreadful Deadlock.

By the year of 1917, the Great War in Europe was three years old. Neither side could find an advantage. Trench systems zigzagged from Belgium into France. This wall of dugouts stretched all the way south. Two opposing forces facing one another in a stalemate with a twisted and tortured landscape separating them. The battle line continued to the borders of neutral Switzerland.

France, Belgium and the British Empire had been fighting against Germany. All along this war front, either side had sent men into the pockmarked and defiled landscape to try and push the enemy back. To overwhelm and defeat was the intention of either side as offensive, followed by counteroffensive neutered the dreadful deadlock. Neither armies had won more than a few miles of ground. When a new offensive happened, one nation or another would lose multiple thousands of men again. Perhaps conceding a few miles of ground previously won.

The colossal cost of the bitter struggle saw millions perish. Hordes of men charging across the bomb craters and barbed wire enchantments of No-man’s-land. Some regiments would spend months training fresh troops. These patriotic and idyllic minded men could often be pulverised in a few minutes. Shot to pieces as they tried in vain to cross the quagmire of mud and barbed wire stumbling blocks. And so the deadlock had continued into the late autumn of November 1917.

A Replica Mark IV British Tank of WWI.

A New Plan of Action.

The British had been trying to adapt the tank design for an all-out offensive. They had used such armoured vehicles before in small numbers. They had not been successful. The machines were cumbersome and often broke down. However, there were engineers and designers that persevered with the tank concept. With improved adaptations, some of the inventors realised that the craters, barbed wire walls and various other obstacles of No-man’s-land could be overcome by the giant steel beasts on tracks. A mark IV presentation of the armoured tank was designed. They had been secretly mass produced in a factory in Lincolnshire, England. Most of the workforce were women. These big armoured iron vehicles were comprised of two variants. One was a male tank. These had the revolving cannon on each side of the vehicle. The other type was female. The female tank had forward and back machine guns on either side of the tank. 375 of these tanks were built for a new experimental offensive. An attack that would crash through the barbed wire obstructions and easily traverse the trench systems. Advancing infantry could take cover behind the metal monsters. This was a new innovative idea that had never been tried before. Something that might break the deadlock.

The British high command chose an area along the Hindenburg line. This was a heavily fortified point and had seen little action compared to some parts of the front line. There were tremendous walls of barbed wire fencing and also three lines of German trenches. The particular area of the front line was more heavily fortified than most areas. It may have been a reason why there had been little action in the area compared to the Somme or other places. The ground was hard and this made the area more suitable for the tanks. In secret, the 375 tanks were brought close to front-line positions via train transportation. Everything was done under a cloak of secrecy. The closest major town was Cambrai. This was on the German side of the line. Along an eight-mile stretch of the British line, the British Empire forces assembled their 375 tanks. The assault was scheduled to begin at 06.20 am on the 20^th of November. Shortly before the designated time, the first of the mark IV tanks started to roll forward on their screeching tracks, over the uneven earth towards the German positions. It would still be dusk. The morning light was yet to come. The cumbersome looking metal beasts could only move at around four miles an hour, but the uneven landscape was unable to prevent the advance of these newly designed tanks.

Authentic Film of British Mark IV Tanks.

The Metal Monsters Slowly Advance.

At the right moment, the British Empire forces unleashed a horrendous artillery barrage upon the German trenches. The mark IV tanks moved doggedly forward with the bombardment raining down upon the German positions. As the giant steel contraptions smashed through one barbed wire barricade after another, the horrified German soldiers began to panic. Their machine gun fire that had previously scythed through the walls of enemy infantry were of little effect upon the tanks. Some of the German artillery pieces managed to score hits upon the advancing metal monsters, but many of these were taken out in turn by the barrage of enemy artillery fire or the tanks shooting back with forward moving cannon or machine gun fire. Some British tanks were stopped but not enough. The Germans had a tidal wave of iron monsters coming at them. Nothing like this had ever happened before. On this late autumn morning, many of the German soldiers must have thought they were witnessing some sort of apocalyptic event. The steel mechanisms continued to approach ominously. All the while firing cannon and machine guns at their entrenched positions. The tanks ripped through the barbed wire entanglements as though they were nothing but cotton and once upon the trenches, the female tanks with their machine guns would have an evil harvest upon any enemy soldier courageous enough to try and stand.

The German enemy fought hard, but could not immediately frustrate this new type of warfare. At this point of the battle, the British Empire forces were advancing with limited casualties. The offensive had taken the Germans by surprise. However, the speed and ease of the encroachment had also taken the British by surprise. The success had been beyond their expectations. Of the 375 tanks, 179 were put out of action. Most of these were because of breakdowns, but around 60 were destroyed by enemy fire. Some of the metal contrivances advanced too far. They were unable to consolidate the ground they overrun because back up infantry forces were too far behind.

The Area of the Tank Action 20th November 1917.

Deborah the Female Mark IV British Tank.

One British tank crew advanced towards a small village called Flequieres. This small hamlet was French but was on the German side of the lines. The lone British vehicle had briefly lost sight of other advancing British tanks and seemed to be driving rouge. As the crew of the female mark IV tank, named Deborah, went close to the enemy held French village, they experienced a hail of machine gun fire hitting the armoured plating of their tank. The eight men inside had been proceeding under enemy fire and fighting back all day. This situation had persisted for almost five hours. It would have been approaching the afternoon. Their own machine guns returned fire and a brief gun battle ensued. The tank driver, Lance Corporal Marsden, steered the mark IV slowly south of the village. Away from the buildings and back into the torn and smashed landscape of No-man’s-land.

The officer commanding the tank crew was twenty-three-year Second-Lieutenant Frank Gustav Heap. He ordered the crew to stop the tank. They were in No-man’s-land and the rugged mounds of soil may have offered some security. For a few moments the tank crew would take a breather, perhaps get their bearings. The young officer decided to step out and stretch his legs. Maybe urinate while the opportunity was there. Who knows? He had stepped outside the iron contraption for mere seconds and walked a few steps away from the tank into the torn and abandoned backdrop. He was suddenly startled by the impact of an enemy shell smashing into the stationary tank – Deborah. The point of impact left a hole in one side of the tank and exploded inside ripping out a bigger hole on the other side of the vehicle. The young officer had missed death by a matter of seconds.

The tank exploded as more shells hit the stationary frame. The tank driver David Marsden had miraculously survived the impact. He had got up from the driving seat and moved to the back of the vehicle to do some required chore. Somehow he got out of the burning wreckage with one other crew member. The other five crewmen were killed in the violent explosions resulting in the destruction of Deborah – the Mark IV tank.

Second-Lieutenant Frank Gustav Heap, Lance Corporal Marsden and one other unknown tank crew member had to leave their five dead comrades in the burning tank and make their way back towards their own positions. This they managed to accomplish.

Deborah in the Barn Museum.

Finding Deborah - The Old Mark IV Tank.

There was a later German counter-offensive and much of the ground overrun by the British tanks was recaptured by the German forces. However, some sections of the advance were held. Including the village of Flequieres. The village was actually on the new front line for a time. The wrecked tank Deborah was found by a group of Scottish soldiers. The five corpses of the British armoured crew were taken from the vehicle. The wreckage was pushed into a trench and used as a gun position according to some. A young French girl living in the village observed this from a distance. Her scrutiny would become very useful in later decades when she was an old lady. For she witnessed the tank as it was being buried.

In 1918, the Great War ended after much horror and more killing on both sides. Twenty years later, there was a second war. The long periods of peace in this part of Europe that followed saw the tortured land return to its normal agricultural splendour. The meadows returned to the former ways of farming and French national prosperity settled upon this farming area. The children knew of the land’s dreadful history and sometimes the young boys would find things from the bygone war in the fields. One such youngster was called Philippe Gorczynski. He developed an interest in the history of the area and became an amateur historian. He acquired a hotel and become a hotelier by trade. One member of the village told him about a British tank buried out in the field. She had seen such an event when she was a child. The lady was the very person mentioned in the previous paragraph.

Philippe Gorczynski searched in vain for six years but could not pinpoint the location of the wrecked British tank named Deborah. He was certain it was there and never doubted the old lady who told the story. Eventually, he hired a private light aircraft to fly over the field. Philippe went up with the pilot and he was able to see things from above with an amateur archaeologists’ eye. With his new and improved aerial opinion, he hired a mechanical digger and got permission from a farmer who owned the field he wanted to dig. At his chosen location, the digger came upon something metal after digging for about two meters. He then called in an archaeology team to help dig out the discovery. In a short time, they were convinced of their find. It was a destroyed female mark IV British tank from the First World War. It was the tank known as Deborah. The very armoured vehicle that Second-Lieutenant Frank Gustav Heap and two of his crew had escaped from back in 1917.

The tank was brought up from its muddy preservation. It was then taken into the village of Flequieres and put on display in a barn come museum. There are photos of the crewman and a general description of how the tank came upon its fate. One of the people that came from Britain to pay homage was Frank Gustav’s Grandson Tim. He was able to elaborate on the story of what happened to Deborah. His Grandfather who escaped from the dreadful ordeal with his two surviving crewmen lived to be sixty-four and died in 1956. Lance Corporal Marsden, the tank driver, lived to be almost 82. The event with the tank happened five days before his thirtieth birthday. He died in 1969. The other survivor remains unknown.

The men that are buried from the tank Deborah are in a cemetery at Flequieres. Their names are as follows; Private W.G. Robinson, Gunner William Galway, Lance Corporal G.C. Foot, Gunner Joseph Cheverton and Gunner F.W. Tipping.

© 2017 colin powell

Brexit is Beautiful and the Once Beautiful idea of the EU is Deformed, Bitter and Twisted.

We had the Conservative politician Ian Duncan Smith come to Chatteris during the EU referendum campaign. He was greeted with much enthusiasm and today there is a feeling of optimism among the people of the Fenlands. Britain being able to make her own decisions through the electorate voting in people who are no longer answerable to a boardroom committee in Europe.

Everyone I speak with seems very happy with the result and rather confused by the remain voters of areas like London -  a place completely out of touch with the small hamlets of rural England.

The EU could have been a wonderful idea if it were not hijacked by a body of people hell bent on a well-intentioned ideology that has no democratic consent. The four fundamental freedoms were made up by the unelected committee and implemented across the EU with no electoral consent from the peoples of any nation. For the most part, we got along with things until the collapse of the communist system in Eastern Europe.

At first, this seemed fine but then we began to notice that there were large numbers of people from Eastern Europe working the farms and the packing factories. The wages started to depreciate and the homegrown workers who enjoyed better working conditions and pay were gradually got rid of. The working conditions for the Poles, Lithuanians, and Estonians were worse than they had been for the Brits. No Brit could afford to do the hours at such pay and the ruthless farm gangers that run the industry exploited the migrants from Eastern Europe.  

The employment agencies act as middlemen providing this cheap unskilled labour. There are now over 4 million new National Insurance numbers to accommodate these workers. There are also many with no National Insurance numbers. There is a complete glut of low-skilled workers from Eastern Europe. Also, many of their nation's drunks are here too, because they can get better welfare benefits. These peoples have also been imported with the workers, but we are not allowed to speak of the many people drinking in public and discarding their cans where ever they please. Also public urinating and defecation. I know I have ranted about this issue in the past, but part of my job involves clearing this up. Often while these migrants sit about drinking and even conversing with me. Most of the migrants are polite, but they are still a waste of space for tax payers who pay their benefits. We have enough problems with many of our homegrown Brits who exploit the system.

The ruthless British employers who exploit the working migrants will no longer employ Brits because they know they'll protest at working conditions. Brits can't afford to work in these places anymore because the wages are depreciated and they are surrounded by foreign people in their own land. When they complain they are labelled, racist.

Therefore we elect MPs who we want to stop this. Once in power, these politicians can't act because the EU preaches its fundamental principles of free movement of labour. Even when detrimental to the local population and its electorate, 

The EU argues to elect Euro MPs as is our democratic right. We elected UKIP politicians in droves to go to Brussels and the EU Parliment. However, they have no say when confronting the unelected committee with its many presidents - who we had never heard of - who we never elected. - who we have no say about. 

The whole EU has become a diabolical Sharrard and many of us Brits are so looking forward to leaving now. It is with sadness, but when something turns bad there is no protocol or adaptability to correct things that go so damagingly wrong.

    

Huge Silent Majority of Europeans Don't Like EU Policies.

I think there is a realisation among many pro-EU supporters that something must change within the EU government concerning policies that are implemented upon people that have no say in how they get such fundamental rights imposed upon them.

The EU should have political parties of all structures trying to go out and win the support from the combined EU over who rules them. The EU must be elected by the citizens of Europe and not a boardroom committee.

This will be the next step if the EU is to survive. I think it will come about. Once it does, then the EU will become better integrated. Many people see the logic in the EU, but they are becoming disillusioned with the type of EU on offer.  People of Europe want a better circumstance concerning the selection of government officials they have.

I voted Brexit and can see no place in the EU that exists. I sincerely hope it gets by, but not the way it is.

Guy Verhofstadt is a man with Cheaply Acquired Nobility.

Guy Verhofstadt is ranting on about democracy. What democracy? No one ever asked us to vote for the EU President. We never got to decide the political ideology of the unelected EU. It was imposed upon us. Perhaps the intention was well meaning, but until the EU goes to 500+ million peoples to win a vote with clear policies that Europeans can choose for themselves, this unelected body is going to continue to lose hearts and minds. I voted to leave. Not because I wanted to, but because I don't want this type of EU. It is a great shame because the EU could have been a wonderful idea. It has been hijacked by well-meaning liberals that are totally out of touch with the millions of little people they should be winning votes from. Guy Verhofstadt is a man with cheaply acquired nobility among others like him. Unelected people who want to pat themselves on the back. People who don't fear or respect an electorate because they don't exist for their elitist parliament.

A Pro-Brexit Interview from YouTube

The fall out from Brexit is happening, but the doom and gloom predicted does not seem to be here yet. Many are worried that new Prime Minister is going to accept bad conditions to remain in the single market. Many want to leave and charge tariffs. It might come to that yet.

When David Cameron Woke the Goblins?

At the Bloomberg speech, David Cameron woke all the dispirited goblins from none voting slumber? Many had not registered to vote. This was because no one political party offered them anything they wanted. Some were so unconvinced that they had not bothered voting for decades.

Then on this day of Bloomberg, it became something like the movie called Labyrinth, when the girl calls into the mirror and berates her baby brother and wishes for the goblins to take him away. She has to say the right words a number of times. We see the goblins behind the mirror saying, “She’s going to say it.” They gasp and hold their breaths, waiting with expectant glee.

And so did the goblins of Britain’s electorate. We sat enthralled on the other side of our TV screens.

“He just said it!” – A referendum on the EU.

Then the doors blew open and a prize big mouth in the form of Nigel Farage stepped up for the coming referendum campaign. “What’s said is said,” replied the wonderful wicked goblin king.
  

A few month later he was in the EU parliament inviting them to laugh.

We mischievous goblins had a noble fool in the form of David Cameron, promising this and that with ill-deserved confidence. We goblins knew he would come back with nothing because of the wicked loud mouth goblin king – our adorable Nigel – kept telling us.

Wow! It was so wonderful. We had our fool who believed he was a champion. He got re-elected by people who hated his party, but they wanted the referendum. No other party dared to offer such a thing and therefore none stood a chance. There was David Cameron promising everything to goblins who knew he would deliver nothing. Off he went to make a deal with an uncompromising dragon.

When Dave (Our Prime Minister) came back from his EU chat with his bag of empty sweet wrappers, he still tried to sell them to his electorate. He brought finance people and kings from far away lands to tell us stories of what would happen if we did not vote to stay in the glorious EU. The land of honey and gold where you can buy lots of wonderful things. All this for the price of sovereignty and a new political ideology imposed upon all, by unelected strange people from foreign lands.

Then the Brexit mavericks came out of the closet. One was a former mayor of London – an assassin who stepped up to wield the knife – another glory hunting fool chasing a dream. His name was Boris Johnson. Still, his loud mouth would be a great tool to scream for goblin support.

Then the clever ones stood behind him and some hid behind the foolish champion David. These were the real players who stayed in the shadows and watched the mudslinging. On the sidelines was our goblin king Nigel who could be as politically incorrect as he liked because the other Maverick Boris was doing all the P.C. stuff and could disown the goblin king at a distance. He gave Brexit the air of decency (Something needed because Remain campaigners were labelling Brexiters as racists.) A two-pronged, loud mouth, attack. One with nothing to lose and the other chasing everything. (Prime Minister of Brexit Britain) 

On referendum day the goblins all raced to the polls with great aplomb and the electoral turnout was bigger than any had seen for a long time.

I went to bed after casting my vote. I got up the following morning and turned on the news channel. It was very early and I was preparing for work. The news presenter was making the statement that the UK had reversed the decision of 1975 and was to leave the EU. I went back to the bedroom and told my wife. I could not help it. I had to wake her and let her know. She got up straight away delighted with the result.

I was so pleased. My Mother texted me. It just said, “Won.”

Then came the fallout from Europe, which was unsettling because we don’t dislike or have ill will towards our fellow Europeans. We just want our MPs to have ultimate power on things in the UK. Not governed by unelected people in Brussels. It was horrible to see some of the decent people of the EU voicing their dismay and upset. But it is not them we are vexed with. It is the unelected and unaccountable Presidents who keep hammering the EU ideology into us.

The UK must control immigration and when small up and coming companies want to sell the UK produce to Brazil or India; the EU should not make them fill out all the legislation necessary to comply with this trade. It cripples small business. It can’t grow.

When our elected people mess up, we can vote to be rid of them. Even if some of us goblins want to return to unconcerned slumber. The referendum gave us the one chance to sack the unelected governors of Brussels and us goblins went for it.

Now we have lost the loud mouth maverick too - hooray! hooray! Their jobs are done. The mayor is out of the running for Prime Minister as assassins never get the job anyway. Now the serious players are standing upon the stage. The assassin was, in turn, character assassinated in one foul swoop by his adjutant Michael Gove in a move worthy of a Shakespeare drama.

Meanwhile - the patsy is gone. Long live the loud-mouthed patsy - Boris Johnson. You did wonderfully well – now get lost and close the door on the way out - there's a good chap.

Nigel Farage will wait on the sidelines like a ravenous dog watching for any sign of a stitch up. I don’t think there will be and then this dog can run off into the field of obscurity. His grand work done. I would give him a little more appreciation than Boris, but he is not the kind of man we need in the diplomacy core.

Bring on the real players. The clever cowards – the quite rascals with no hearts, yet a will to follow the instructions of the electorate. There will be other rewards after the EU divorce for the newcomers.

I see Theresa May and Liam Fox – an English woman or a Scottish man. I know the English woman was lacklustre on the Remain side in the EU debate. She did not really declare. Clever lady! She sat in the shadows.

The Scotsman Liam Fox. Mild of manner, but calm and collected. A Leave campaigner that refrained from the scaremongering.

Theresa and Liam - two very level-headed people indeed. Now they are prepared to take on the long Kiss Goodbye with the EU.

Theresa May is firmly committed to the leave vote now it has been cast and there will be no back door stitch up or the second referendum. Out is out. All knew she did not like the way things were with the EU, but she was no maverick. She played it sensible and will methodically set about unravelling the EU ways from our UK.

Liam Fox often politely spoke of his disbelief in the EU and that the UK could get by outside of it. He was not loud but he let people know where he stood on the matter. I think Theresa might get the job of Prime Minister and Liam will be at her side during the Brexit negotiation. I also think Michael Gove will play a part too.

If they do bring in other Brexiters from other parties, I would like to see Gisela Stewart – the German lady in the Labour party. She was a grand Brexiter too.

To the foolish knights, the Mavericks, and the devious shadow lurkers – Thank You.