The latest deal agreed on Monday between the UK government and the EU is far worse than poor Chamberlain’s capitulation at Munich in 1938. He, after all, feared a world war. All that Starmer feared was the disapproval of the Quislington set of North London. Well, he was well and truly Quisled. What did he get in return for surrendering British fishing and labour rights? A shortening of the queues for British passport holders visiting their holiday homes in Tuscany. They can now, you see, join the EU queue. His shameful surrender serves as a reminder that British prime ministers have spent the past twenty-five years in a thrilling competition to see who would be the worst of their number for the entire 21st century.
Still in the lead is Tony Blair, who lied in the House of Commons to get a war in Iraq while covertly changing the admission rules to smuggle vast amounts of immigrants into the country. (He now runs a “charity”, the ethics of which the late and much-lamented fraudster Robert Maxwell would have understood perfectly). Next comes Boris Johnson, who brushes his teeth each morning with Dent-A-Truth and who for years would introduce himself to any young woman with the question, Hello, my dear, would you like to be the first lucky lady to test the impermeability of my new vasectomy? He is now the father of about fifteen children from such fleeting encounters. Liz Truss’s reign at Number Ten lasted about as long as Johnson’s ability to control his vas deferens. But on the outside and rounding the bend with the finishing line in sight gallops the dark horse that is the current prime minister, Keir Starmer.
No wonder the French President Macron has hailed the UK/EU deal. He got almost everything he wanted, without giving anything. He does not seem to have halted the outward flow of small boats to Britain. Indeed, with Starmer in charge, if all those illegal single males were on arrival laid end to end, I shouldn’t be at all surprised. Given the air of amorousness that followed Monday’s deal, I would be equally unsurprised if Macron gave Starmer a touch of the Rubiale/Hermoso treatment.
Used as we observers are to the sight of the British Labour Party breaking its promises to its working-class voters, even the most jaundiced of us have been astounded by Starmer’s offering easier access for EU citizens to the British jobs market. Last week he said that people had to earn the right to work in Britain. This week he says, they don’t have to if they’re one of the 470 million citizens of the EU. Who knows, next week maybe he’ll give political asylum to Taleban and the delightful chaps who have brought such joy, peace and to Sudan, the Janjaweed.
Which only serves to contradict my earlier observation that Starmer is something of a dark horse. He’s not. He keeps changing his colours, while underneath he remains the same: a north London lawyer, faithful to the treasonable mores of his caste. Under Starmer and his cronies, the rule of law has effectively been suspended in the United Kingdom. His Home Secretary, Yvette Cooper, actually instructed judges to find guilty and imprison those before them charged with rioting after the knife-murder of three little white girls by a delightful young gentleman of Rwandan stock. She also promised to crack down on people with “harmful beliefs”, which to the Labour Party probably means a belief in traditional British values. Starmer clearly appointed her because she says what he believes. To be sure, this isn’t a vast amount and is encompassed by the intolerantly liberal readers of The Guardian, who inhabit the aspirational suburbs of Quislington and Clapham-in-Jail.
The important thing to remember is that Clapham-in-Jail does not apply to illegal migrants. No, according to National Health Service rules, because they are so far from their homes, illegals are actually allowed to jump the queues waiting for hospital treatment. They are permitted to remain in Britain by special immigration courts if, as in one case, one of their children dislikes Iraqi “chicken nuggets”. News to me that they even had chicken nuggets in Iraq, but at least that sage ruling means the devoted father of a chicken-lover will not be joining the 280 of his fellow Iraqis already in British jails, imprisoned for committing criminal offences while enjoying political asylum in Britain. One Nigerian women illegally living in Britain and faced with deportation promptly joined an Islamic terrorist group, then successfully appealed against a deportation order because membership of that group might well mean her human rights could be violated on return to her beloved motherland. And an Albanian was allowed to remain in Britain because he said he was gay and would be persecuted in his homeland, even though homosexuality has been legalised there for decades. He wasn’t imprisoned for his illegal presence in Britain, in which case he could have joined the 1,241 Albanians in British jails, A lovely country, Albania, and such lovely, trustworthy people.
The core of the matter is that Britain is now thoroughly ruled by lawyers anyway, but the issue of illegal immigrants is managed almost entirely by “human rights lawyers”, a wholly egregious title because it is both a self-ordained and sanctimonious load of tripe. Until such day any of their number are employed by weasels, jellyfish or sheep, all lawyers protect the human rights of their clients. But the quintessence of their species is an “immigration lawyer”, who in the perverse dispensations of the immigrant courts in the UK, can one day be pleading for a client, and on another adjudicating over a court hearing, even perhaps even citing a ruling he/she made as a judge on an earlier day as just cause for his/her client today. Confusing, I know, and I had to read that sentence a couple of times myself. Can it really be right? Yes, it can, in Starmer’s Britain.
Monday’s deal ties up all sorts of loose ends, in addition to binding the UK even closer to the EU, from which the people of the UK unequivocally voted to depart in 2016. That of course is the purpose of a British referendum: to test the ingenuity of politicians opposed to its outcome, especially if that outcome privileges the native-born in their own land against newcomers who have never done anything for it. Lucy Connolly tweeted some horrible comments about asylum seekers last year after the slaughter of three little girls by man who the Merseyside police initially said was “Welsh” – nearly right: of Rwandan origin actually – and then, having calmed down, duly deleted them. She was sentenced to thirty-one months imprisonment. Habeeb Khan – not quite of Anglo-Saxon heritage and with twelve previous convictions – got just 27 months for videoing his masked threats, while bearing an AK 47 rifle. that he intended to slaughter the English Defence League’s Tommy Robinson.
The day before the EU/UK deal, Russia launched the heaviest bombardment of Ukraine’s civilian population with a 273 missile drone-strike. The nearest the British could manage to a lethal drone strike is a speech by Starmer, with his opponents rapidly succumbing to boredom and cerebral stupefaction. Part of the EU/UK deal centred on greater British-French military cooperation: but cooperate with what? The UK could not put an infantry brigade in the field, even if it conscripted the Salvation Army and armed the Women’s Institute with fish-knives. The French have one have aircraft-carrier that is ready only half the time, and the British have two that are never ready all of the time. They have two different fourth generation supersonic fighters with no parts in common, while the British also have a joint RAF/Fleet Air Arm squadron that managed to lose a £100 million euro aircraft overboard on its maiden voyage. In other words, Putin has as much to fear from a Franco-British military alliance as he has from the mothers of Boris Johnson’s children.
Kevin Myers is an Irish journalist, author and broadcaster. He has reported on the wars in Northern Ireland, where he worked throughout the 1970s, Beirut and Bosnia.
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