Wednesday, August 14, 2019

What Yet Could Be

by Glenn N. Holliman

Our regular corespondent, Terry Field of England, France and Florida, seems to have taken a lead from the Romantic poet Samuel Coleridge in this epistle, perhaps having awaken from a restless sleep to pin the following vision of what yet could be

Samuel Taylor Coleridge, above, awoke in 1797 from a dream and quickly recorded Kubla Khan, an imaginary world of a massive Pleasure Dome.  

Understanding Mr. Field's vision does require an extensive knowledge of British and European politics and history.  And a willingness to let one's imagination float a bit under what, a 'Pleasure Dome'?- GNH

Let’s be chipper about Brexit. It COULD all work out well !!! by Terry Field


The dream of success goes something like this.

The mechanisms for leaving the European Union have been prepared in advance with care and cool deliberation by highly talented political operatives. It is probable that there will be a declaration of a general election on the day in October that offers an election date of 1st November.

In the count-down to that election, there will be no Brexit intervention by the government. None. The clock will tick down, since it was set in motion by the May Government and ratified by parliament. In the interval of 25 days between declaration and election, only the clock will act, The Johnston Junta – for elected by 100,000 unrepresentative Antiquities, makes it just that – is driven by a considered response long ago structured by the very talented Mr. Cummings and a small number of others. Most of them in Trumpies in Washington.

There will be attempts to stop this. In the courts. In the Parliament. Perhaps involving the functioning of the monarch.

BUT

If this process is stopped half way through the election period ending on the 1st November, then the entire body of the Brexit Party, the present Conservative Party voters, a proportion of the Labour vote, and the DUPers will all vote to reinstate the exit process. And they will all vote within the framework of and directly for the ruling Conservative Party. 

No other choice offers the prospect of effective exercise of power.

 The Greens, the communist party aka The Labour Party, the assorted lost folk of the ‘no-particular party but I am ever-so Politically Correct’ voters will fragment into their little tribes, and proceed to wipe each other out in the election – this is a first past the post system. Ruthless and effective in dumping the duds and no-hopers. Only focused strength and tactical voting will win. And the Tories have that in their grasp. Farage will be the only one voting Brexit Party.

Johnston will walk it.

Then, here will be a real choice, and it will be his to make.

At that point he needs nobody at all. He dumps Dominic Cummings; he has served his purpose.

Does he need no-deal?  Not at all. The election is his. He commands the stage like a colossus.

But then, even though Britain is weaker than America, that slow moving behemoth wakes up to the fact that Perfidious Albion HAS NOT LEFT YET!. It was stopped by the heroic opposition of left-leaning Tories in the last parliament.

Britain therefore still functions in the EU, as the process was stopped, by order of the courts and by Parliament taking control of the agenda in the last moment and executing legislation via its control of  the business of the house. The naïve folk who stopped it thought they were thwarting Johnston, but they were in fact giving him electoral success and  the future. Johnston did not try to stop them.  He was secretly banking on it.


In a flash, they won him the election, smashed the Brexit Party, neutered Lib Dems, marginalized the communists aka The Corbyn Labour Party.

Now, in early November, he is a man with infinite possibilities.

He has a comfortable majority. He is clear of the flatheads from the DUP. He sees an eviscerated Labour Party before him on the opposite benches. He sees a bunch of- as ever- infinitely malleable Lib-Dems – gushing rage and impotence – and the odd Green from the never-never-land of Brighton and Hove. The ERG simmer and bubble, but his parliamentary majority of the fully corrupted consign them to insignificance.
In America, the Plan cobbled together by Trump and the man he thought he could control, Johnston, for smashing The EU via the British trojan Horse has entirely unraveled. Britain – those perfidious swine – they have NOT LEFT!! And they show no sign of so doing.

Johnston, being an Oxford Educated classicist, read Cisero and the fate of Catilina – he knows JUST how fast things can change. And when he sees an American  ‘friend’,  arrive from Washington, he well knows the short sword is there to one day open his political viscera when his guard is down. And leaving the EU is not just dropping one’s guard to America, it is helping them point their sword at the British jugular and pulling the blade to the national neck for them.

When compared to the United States, outside the EU Britain has in real effect the fire power of Zimbabwe on a bad day now. He thought of that when the American mustachioed lunatic Bolton (a man who makes Herman Kahn look cuddly) visited offering ‘sector by sector’ deals in the twinkling of an eye – just as long as the UK dumps its entire foreign policy and inserts the Foreign Office into a cobwebbed annex of the State Department.

Now the fully empowered and totally unencumbered Johnston looks benignly on Brussels, and EVERY Tory MP short of the headbanging ERG needs HIM in another five years’ time!!! He is electoral gold. He is their pimp. They will do what he wants, where he wants it, when he wants it. He OWNS the Tory Party.

They – the Tory MPs - all know the moment of nationalistic madness has passed. Farage has left the country and taken up a roll in Mississippi running a radio station  called Darkbart. The Tory ranks now all look to five years’ time and a re-run of the gravy train.   

Below Nigel Farage, a Brexit leader

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They will follow Johnston ANYWHERE!!!

Even up and into the Berlaymont Building and never leave it!!!!!! Oh those Crepes Suzette!!!

SO NOW the real agenda begins. Europe is stuffed. Deflating and shrinking, very fearful, assaulted by both America and China, full of race competition violence, full of mutual suspicion, trying to form a European Army but incapable of forming a brigade, with NO direction, run now by a clearly somewhat deranged blond female German failed political nonentity with a nice line in power-haircuts and hordes of children by NO political sense at all.

Thus now Johnston then approaches his real target. NOT powerful, always-dangerous Washington keen on using Britain to smash the rival EU; no, he approaches both Russia and Brussels via Berlin at the same time to forge the only rational European structure and one that should have been done LONG ago. Meanwhile Germany and Russia have taken about all they plan to from Trump. They are open to offers. Any offers. And Johnston has the offer of the millennium for them. Which they accept as though it is Christmas. Which, happily, it actually is.

He invites Europe – in reality Germany (The Frogs always do what they are told) - to reconstruct its democracy with looser outer ties to the stragglers – the lazy latins and the dreamer British. BUT he also invites Russia in. IT oozes raw materials, space, brains and many good Germans there since the 18th century pretending to really be Russian. Germany wanted to do this for decades, but it had and has NO political legitimacy to propose this. IT thought Britain opposed it, as indeed it did, before America went away and Trump cut the mooring line for the British once ‘unsinkable aircraft carrier’. Germany of course  also  risked American anger with French rage were it to openly contemplate Russia as a part of the European scene.

Yet now all has changed.

America is gone to Trump Heaven, China is run by a new Stalin-like figure, and Johnston is free to re-forge the European Great Game. He alone can do so. He can bring ALL the parties together in the European continent including Russia – now to be fully together and unified in a grand bargain. Remember; Britain has NOT left the EU yet. France sits in the corner steaming. China is mad as hell with Russia at this unanticipated development,, but in one bound Russia is now free of both the fear of China in the Pacific east; and it can relax entirely about America.

Johnston has recreated 1913 all over again.

Only now with a love fest between Russia and Germany that will endure and grow. 

The REAL Europe, of Britain, Russia, Germany fully co-operative  -  are united as was always the dream and ALL others are out of the picture.

Above, Terry and his wife, Fina, spend their summers in Normandy, their own Pleasure Dome not far from the sea.

The United States is where it was before the First World War. Nowhere at all. Just very big, isolated and self- obsessed. It really has become a nowhere in the new Johnston-designed now. It can buddy up to Japan, suffer from the Yellow Peril for all of eternity, but the action – the real action - is once again in the full and complete Europe. The vitality of 19th century Europe is here once more. The concentration of synergies commands the world.

Britain of course will then have returned to be itself. A political free-radical, doing its own thing. There is no transaction charge in the capital markets in London. It sails free and vigorous to endless commercial opportunity. In a flash, across Europe, socialism, the infection of the 19th century injected into the twentieth, is now dead, buried, and gone. Germany and Russia command Poland far more profitably than they did when they tried it with tanks and there is no mess to clean up. Indeed, there has never been a better time to live anywhere between the Rhine and Moscow.

And Johnston, the lightweight, reviled liar, cheat, leaver-of-wife man-we-love-to-hate, has changed the world entirely.

And with no help at all from Dominic Cummings. who now passes his time in an asylum in Surrey, where through the haze of drugs he wonders just what happened to his version of reality. - Terry Field