This won’t get Boris or Nigel to accept a re-run (why not, when you think about the double-barreled referenda in the south of Ireland) but it might at least provoke indigestion in Michael’s little tummy…So why not sign?
Nigel says it’s just a battle Jude. There’s still a a war to be won. And their troops are dying faster than ours.
Scott. “Sore losers”. 3/4 of young people voted to stay in the EU. NI did. Scotland did. London did. Poor Gibraltar did. The entire working population did. Ex-pats – even in Europe didn’t get a vote. EU residents – even those married to UK citizens (like my neighbours) didn’t get a vote. 16 and 17 year olds – even working and paying taxes didn’t get a vote.
This is a referendum that robs people of freedoms they have held all their lives and robs their children of opportunities. Won on a prospectus of lies. Do you think the Leavers would have stopped their malice if they’d lost the vote by less than one person in fifty? Bollocks they would.
I agree with you, but it was a UK wide referendum and even if different age groups or parts of the U.K. differently it doesn’t matter. We operate on the principle of one man (or woman) one vote.
NI or Scotland didn’t vote conservative in the general election but you wouldn’t say that they have a right to form a government.
That is why it’s just sounds like a sore loser to me. I know democracy a pesky thing but it has to be respected.
“EU residents – even those married to UK citizens (like my neighbours) didn’t get a vote.”
And another thing…The Mail chortled that English residents in Scotland frustrated her independence in 2014. UKIP was delighted with that. So let’s have a referendum on Scotland’s rules. Votes for all residents and 16 and 17 year olds.
It was a ‘musing’ on the bereft demeanour of those ‘subjugated’ – such that – they would abandon their own convoluted idea of ‘democracy’ and their integrity in order to please their ‘masters’.
In signing such a petition one has to question ones own attitude to fairness.
The people have spoken. Isn’t that what your ‘democracy’ is about.
Does it not say in the GFA that the English viceroy will call a referendum when the majority in both communities ask for one. Remember the GFA that all you peaceniks voted for in your enthusiasm for letsgetalongerism? Sinn Féin, on our behalf – or rather on their own behalf – agreed to an Orange veto.
I’ve already signed, Jude. Apparently it can be triggered if there appears to be a substantial change in circumstances, which a labour/liberal victory in a possible Autumn British general election could bring about. I’m clutching at anything. The alternative is depressing.
Last Friday down here in the Free Southern Stateen, Esteemed Blogmeister, was a Big Day for the two M’s.
Being the Mainlanders and the Mainliners.
For the Mainlanders it was a Big Bad Day and for the Mainliners was a Big Good Day.
The main men of the Mainlanders are collectively known as the Uncle Toms while the one and only man of the Mainliners is Big Tom.
And chief spokesmen among the Uncle Toms are such paramount mountebanks as Charlie ‘Je Suis Charles’ Flanagan and Brianeen ‘Je suis Mainkin Pis’ Hayes. Who have been singing from the same Dirge Sheet which seems to be urging us to rejoin the Mainland.
The first hint of which were the opening notes of the Senatorial maiden speech of a Caligua Kenny appointee some days ago: topic ? Why, touting the notion to rejoin the Tooting Commonweatlh.
Numerologists of note, of whom The Perkin’s inner number cruncher modestly admits to membership, note (it’s what we do ),being nothing if not logicians, that the key number to this Brexit thingy for the Mainlanders is (gulp) 26.
For the journey from being a 26 county stalwart is but a logical first hop to becoming a (gasp) 26 country European advocate. Now that the Mainland has, erm, dismembered itself to leave the EU with a membership of 27 the next step is as obvious as the smell of leaking gas in a kitchen.
Speaking of which, the ghost of Horatio Kitchener is being invoked exponentially south of the Black Sow’s Dykle: from every headline in The Unionist Times to the Sunday Dependent, to every advert in Radioland.
-Your Mother Country needs you !
Hence the absence (total) of the simple addition of 6 and 26 and where ANY mention of a Border Poll is out of Order. The drift being: European Communities Difficulty (perceived) is Ireland’s opportunity to be all Grown up and Adulty.
Two items from this morning’s broadcasting gave one a whiff of this drift:
The unelected but extremely combative Pat Rabbitte (he can myxomatosis it with the best !) on Newstalk fm:
-Every Shinner is calling for a Border Poll – the Central Command has ordered them to.
On RTE, when the elected Matt Carty, M.E.P. argued the case for a Border Poll, he was quickly guillotined by a career-making Kathy Hannon (who had in her hands the knitting needles of a career- breaking Madame Defarge- Finucane) with an icy, cold-blooded:
-But THAT’S. just. YOUR. Opinion.
It is possibly not the first time and probably not the last time that Matt Carty, MEP will be hearing that tumbril-sounding observation in the coming months.
But to return to the Mainliners and their one and only main man: Big Tom.
Last Friday, which was a Good Big Day for him, he was presented with a life achievement award at the Irish County Music Awards. No man deserves it more – if for no other reason than for his version of the Country Music classic from its one and only golden era (50s/ 60s).
-The Carroll County Accident.
It’s a sad tale of a car wreck which is an image which has, oddly enough, leaped from the lips of the Mainlanders in the wake of Brexit. It is also the tale of a D.I.V.O.R.C.E. (unintended, of course) between a married couple: Walter Browning and Mary Ellen Jones. They were married but, alas, not to each other.
-Carrol County’s pointed out as kinda square
The biggest thing that happens is the county fair.
For Carroll County, read Monaghan. Of which (gulp) both Big Tom and Matt Carty are residents.
-The wreck was on the highway just inside the line
Walter Browning lost his life and for a time
It seemed that Mary Ellen Jones would surely die
But she lived long enough for her to testify.
Patrick Kavanagh, of course, celebrated County Monaghan and its s., g. soil with lines which were truly poetic for they did what any poetry worth its s. does, it gave to airy nothings a local habitation and a name. The same applies to Bob Ferguson’s masterpiece of 1968 in which he wedded words of a Kavanesque accuracy with a melody every bit as plaintive to that of Fainne Geal an Lae aka Raglan Road.
-But I found something no one else had even seen
Behind the dash of Mary Ellen’s crumpled up machine
A little matchbox circled by a rubber band
And inside the ring, from Walter Browning’s hand.
Unsurprisingly, the Walter Brownoses in their Blueshirts / Mainlanders universally despise this kind of plaintive poetry.
A prosaic lot, if ever there was one who, having made their pot out of pottery, must now be allowed to sit upon it.
Sorry Jude can’t support the rerun, even though I was a committed remain supporter. Without any change in circumstances why have the referendum again?
It just feels like sore losers to me.
I don’t see how annoying people helps anyone.
Nigel says it’s just a battle Jude. There’s still a a war to be won. And their troops are dying faster than ours.
Scott. “Sore losers”. 3/4 of young people voted to stay in the EU. NI did. Scotland did. London did. Poor Gibraltar did. The entire working population did. Ex-pats – even in Europe didn’t get a vote. EU residents – even those married to UK citizens (like my neighbours) didn’t get a vote. 16 and 17 year olds – even working and paying taxes didn’t get a vote.
This is a referendum that robs people of freedoms they have held all their lives and robs their children of opportunities. Won on a prospectus of lies. Do you think the Leavers would have stopped their malice if they’d lost the vote by less than one person in fifty? Bollocks they would.
BYC
I agree with you, but it was a UK wide referendum and even if different age groups or parts of the U.K. differently it doesn’t matter. We operate on the principle of one man (or woman) one vote.
NI or Scotland didn’t vote conservative in the general election but you wouldn’t say that they have a right to form a government.
That is why it’s just sounds like a sore loser to me. I know democracy a pesky thing but it has to be respected.
Nope. It has to be won.
“EU residents – even those married to UK citizens (like my neighbours) didn’t get a vote.”
And another thing…The Mail chortled that English residents in Scotland frustrated her independence in 2014. UKIP was delighted with that. So let’s have a referendum on Scotland’s rules. Votes for all residents and 16 and 17 year olds.
Dear dear me,
Like a good little ‘lickspittle’ you do your masters’ bidding – when your ‘democracy’ doesn’t suit him.
tr – less insults please…
Jude
This was not an insult to you.
It was a ‘musing’ on the bereft demeanour of those ‘subjugated’ – such that – they would abandon their own convoluted idea of ‘democracy’ and their integrity in order to please their ‘masters’.
In signing such a petition one has to question ones own attitude to fairness.
The people have spoken. Isn’t that what your ‘democracy’ is about.
Definitely NOT personal mate.
Democracy isn’t a one off.
Does it not say in the GFA that the English viceroy will call a referendum when the majority in both communities ask for one. Remember the GFA that all you peaceniks voted for in your enthusiasm for letsgetalongerism? Sinn Féin, on our behalf – or rather on their own behalf – agreed to an Orange veto.
The link is incorrect ~ the initial “http://” shouldn’t be there
http://https://petition.parliament.uk/petitions/131215
I’ve already signed, Jude. Apparently it can be triggered if there appears to be a substantial change in circumstances, which a labour/liberal victory in a possible Autumn British general election could bring about. I’m clutching at anything. The alternative is depressing.
Freddie Mallins.
Good man Freddie.
This is how a good slave should react !
Last Friday down here in the Free Southern Stateen, Esteemed Blogmeister, was a Big Day for the two M’s.
Being the Mainlanders and the Mainliners.
For the Mainlanders it was a Big Bad Day and for the Mainliners was a Big Good Day.
The main men of the Mainlanders are collectively known as the Uncle Toms while the one and only man of the Mainliners is Big Tom.
And chief spokesmen among the Uncle Toms are such paramount mountebanks as Charlie ‘Je Suis Charles’ Flanagan and Brianeen ‘Je suis Mainkin Pis’ Hayes. Who have been singing from the same Dirge Sheet which seems to be urging us to rejoin the Mainland.
The first hint of which were the opening notes of the Senatorial maiden speech of a Caligua Kenny appointee some days ago: topic ? Why, touting the notion to rejoin the Tooting Commonweatlh.
Numerologists of note, of whom The Perkin’s inner number cruncher modestly admits to membership, note (it’s what we do ),being nothing if not logicians, that the key number to this Brexit thingy for the Mainlanders is (gulp) 26.
For the journey from being a 26 county stalwart is but a logical first hop to becoming a (gasp) 26 country European advocate. Now that the Mainland has, erm, dismembered itself to leave the EU with a membership of 27 the next step is as obvious as the smell of leaking gas in a kitchen.
Speaking of which, the ghost of Horatio Kitchener is being invoked exponentially south of the Black Sow’s Dykle: from every headline in The Unionist Times to the Sunday Dependent, to every advert in Radioland.
-Your Mother Country needs you !
Hence the absence (total) of the simple addition of 6 and 26 and where ANY mention of a Border Poll is out of Order. The drift being: European Communities Difficulty (perceived) is Ireland’s opportunity to be all Grown up and Adulty.
Two items from this morning’s broadcasting gave one a whiff of this drift:
The unelected but extremely combative Pat Rabbitte (he can myxomatosis it with the best !) on Newstalk fm:
-Every Shinner is calling for a Border Poll – the Central Command has ordered them to.
On RTE, when the elected Matt Carty, M.E.P. argued the case for a Border Poll, he was quickly guillotined by a career-making Kathy Hannon (who had in her hands the knitting needles of a career- breaking Madame Defarge- Finucane) with an icy, cold-blooded:
-But THAT’S. just. YOUR. Opinion.
It is possibly not the first time and probably not the last time that Matt Carty, MEP will be hearing that tumbril-sounding observation in the coming months.
But to return to the Mainliners and their one and only main man: Big Tom.
Last Friday, which was a Good Big Day for him, he was presented with a life achievement award at the Irish County Music Awards. No man deserves it more – if for no other reason than for his version of the Country Music classic from its one and only golden era (50s/ 60s).
-The Carroll County Accident.
It’s a sad tale of a car wreck which is an image which has, oddly enough, leaped from the lips of the Mainlanders in the wake of Brexit. It is also the tale of a D.I.V.O.R.C.E. (unintended, of course) between a married couple: Walter Browning and Mary Ellen Jones. They were married but, alas, not to each other.
-Carrol County’s pointed out as kinda square
The biggest thing that happens is the county fair.
For Carroll County, read Monaghan. Of which (gulp) both Big Tom and Matt Carty are residents.
-The wreck was on the highway just inside the line
Walter Browning lost his life and for a time
It seemed that Mary Ellen Jones would surely die
But she lived long enough for her to testify.
Patrick Kavanagh, of course, celebrated County Monaghan and its s., g. soil with lines which were truly poetic for they did what any poetry worth its s. does, it gave to airy nothings a local habitation and a name. The same applies to Bob Ferguson’s masterpiece of 1968 in which he wedded words of a Kavanesque accuracy with a melody every bit as plaintive to that of Fainne Geal an Lae aka Raglan Road.
-But I found something no one else had even seen
Behind the dash of Mary Ellen’s crumpled up machine
A little matchbox circled by a rubber band
And inside the ring, from Walter Browning’s hand.
Unsurprisingly, the Walter Brownoses in their Blueshirts / Mainlanders universally despise this kind of plaintive poetry.
A prosaic lot, if ever there was one who, having made their pot out of pottery, must now be allowed to sit upon it.