Our Enemy's Enemy

On one side, the EU.

 

On the other, a state within our state, with (through a functionary of whom almost no one has ever heard) a veto on our legislation even though not subject to it, and which the Queen may not enter without special permission. Wall Street's tax haven, occupying British soil as surely as the American facilities that hide behind fake British names. The principal global base for dodgy money from the former Soviet Union. A sewer of drug abuse and sexual immorality.

To hell with the pair of them.

And onwards towards Labour capture of the Common Council of the City of London, leading to the City's eventual incorporation into the United Kingdom. The start has been made. The citadel has been breached by a Blue Labour stalwart.

 

It is downright hilarious to watch the likes of the Conservative Party and what is, as of yesterday, the more-or-less defunct UKIP, sincerely convinced that just because they do not know anyone whose state is that one rather than this one, then no such people exist.

 

Never has there been a more striking case of a conflict in which it was a pity that only one side could lose.

 

As everyone actually living, working, and trying to make up the tax shortfall from the freeloading City institutions (not the residents, who have to pay like everyone else), in the United Kingdom will tell you very, very, very cheerfully indeed.

 

Perhaps Labour ought to campaign next year using the slogan "The United Kingdom Independence Party"? After all, it will be available by then. No one else has any moral claim to it already.