Monday, 26 November 2012
Punctuation to the title of this post is available on request.
Gove? Seriously, Gove? No independence from the American neoconservative think tanks that continue to direct our foreign policy even though they are no longer allowed anywhere their own country's. No independence from the racist Israeli Far Right, or from the Gulf monarchs, or from the assorted crooks and clowns of Central Asia and the Caucasus. No independence from the global money markets. Certainly no independence from Rupert Murdoch.
Therefore, for all sorts of reasons, no independence from the EU; just read the Statement of Principles of the Henry Jackson Society if you don't believe me. Oh, and no grammar schools, either. Nor any return to O-levels, one of Gove's many pieces of fraudulent grandstanding, like his off-the-record hints, but never anything more than that, about Europe.
Who could join Michael Fabricant and Nigel Farage as either the other two members of Union J or the other three members of The Jackson Five? Altogether now: "You and I must make a pact, We must bring the Eighties back, Just call my name, And I'll be there." As the half-spoken bit in the middle puts it: "I'll be there to comfort you, Build my world of dreams around you, I'm so glad that I've found you." Lines to be addressed to Michael Gove, obviously.