Sunday, 26 June 2016

Edinburgh's Brexiteers enjoy their well earned victory celebration

Quite rightly the Edinburgh Brexiteer group had its victory celebrations in a Wetherspoons pub. Given that the chain had done so much to help the cause with its publicity on every table, we thought it only right and proper that we meet up for the last time in one of their hostelries, so we did.

Not everyone who had turned out for us over the past months was able to make it, but there were enough of us there to celebrate this momentous victory.

By the time I took this photo I was too well oiled to even notice that I had somehow managed to switch the flash off. The later photographs are even worse as I could barely hold the camera straight.

One by one the former members of the group said their goodbyes and wandered off to restart their lives. A very small group of us had one for the road, and then another to chase it down, and then the pub closed at midnight and that was that.

It is still hard to believe that an ad-hoc group of people who had only come together with the common aim of freeing our country, a group that was largely ignored by the official Leave campaign and from whom we had to pretty much scrounge materials, could have played such a major role in so momentous an event. 

We were the only group in the whole city that campaigned for Brexit, so a sizeable chunk of the vote that went to Brexit here came out as a result of our efforts.

We did it - we won - after all those decades, it is finally over.

Friday, 24 June 2016

Thoughts on the day after the Brexit storm

As the Brexit storm dies down and a new day dawns over this country, I want to reflect, briefly, on the momentous events of yesterday. We, the people, took one look at just about every vested interest that was ranged against us, be it the City of London, the CBI,  to say nothing of all the senior politicians and serious political parties, and we decided that we didn't really care about them anymore. We decided that we would make up our own minds, thank you very much, and by God we did. The Brexit winds then blew, and today the country is becalmed as we all come to terms with the magnificence of yesterday's achievement.

My role was minimal, arguing the cause in Edinburgh, a city that, sadly, voted overwhelmingly to remain under the control of Brussels. Luckily for us, the Scottish government campaigned on a pan-British platform with senior figures even going to London to argue the doomed Federast cause, so they can hardly complain when a national vote goes against them. They will of course, but it does make them look rather ridiculous.

I was roped into becoming one of the scrutineers for Leave at yesterday's Edinburgh count, which was a pity as the heat in the three rooms where it took place was such that I could barely stay upright. My body was protesting even before I entered the halls, so I made my excuses and left at about 1.00am, which was over two hours before the city result was declared.

No that there was any doubt as to what that result was going to be. We tried our best, but were losing so heavily from the very start that the mood amongst the few Brexiteers who were there was sombre in the extreme.  

The Federasts were out in force, all trying to be important with their little clipboards, trying to do sample counts of the results. I was the only Brexiteer in the Edinburgh North and Leith hall and I didn't need a bloody clipboard to work out that we would be lucky to get thirty percent of the vote. Still, I suppose they had to at least try and pretend that they were doing something important, because they sure as hell did nothing during the campaign. The only people who did were the Brexiteers so the honours of war go to us, and as many people have said since the result was declared, our tallies when added to the rest of the country, gave us the victory that all can now enjoy.

Arriving home I switched on the TV and started to chat on the 'phone to an old friend in Southern England. Slowly but surely it became clear that overall the people of Britain had voted for freedom, and that vote was led by Wales and Northern England. Then Southern England outside London joined in, and it seemed as if a great tidal surge was heading freedom's way. I could not believe it, but it became clearer as the dawn began to light up the new day that we had just done what nobody ever thought possible. We had overturned over half a century of British state policy, and were demanding that the politicians listen to us, the people of Britain, for once.

Great civilisations are remembered for their artefacts and the actions of their people, not their bank rates. Yesterday, the people of this country showed that they are as worthy to inherit the responsibility of keeping  the national flame alive as any who came before.

Thursday, 23 June 2016

If you have not voted Leave yet, here is why you should

This is what Remainers think about England. This dipstick went into a social club that had been rented for the day to act as a polling station and decided that the English flags that bedecked the place were fascist symbols! Got that? As far as the Federasts are concerned, a national symbol that has been used for centuries really only represents a political ideology that was only thought up less than a century ago.

It never entered his mind that with England playing in the European Finals, and with the Queen's official birthday having just taken place, most social clubs in England will be flying the flag. He never thought of that because he is a Federast and what untes these people is a hatred for us, the ordinary people of the UK, whether we are English, Northern Irish, Scottish or Welsh.

Neeless to say, other dipsitcks are getting in on the act over at Facebook:

Now the flags were not put up this morning, they had been there for some time, but this Federast could avoid adding her spin to the mix, could she? Now look at the replies to her Facebook posting:

Sure, a few sane people tried to stand against the odious tide, but they were swept away by the deluge of loathsomeness  that only the Federasts can spurt forth.

Just remember, this morning when I voted I met a neighbour who was taken into hospital to have an operation for bladder cancer which was cancelled at the last minute. Instead of whining he dragged himself to the polls to vote Leave.

That is the difference between Brexiteer and Federast: we represent the best of Britain and they are its detritus.

You must vote Leave! You owe it to your country!

Today is all about voting for independence

I voted for independence at 11.10 this morning. Unusually for a Scottish polling place there were no placards outside urging people to vote for this or that, and no tellers either. Scottish law is different from English, so in this country you can grab voters on their way into the voting place and give them a final appeal, but neither side seemed to want to bother.

Inside there was only one table, unlike the independence referendum and 2015 General Election when there were two. The place was empty apart from me, with just two people leaving as I walked down the long path to the school that was my polling place. The two officials who gave me my ballot paper told me that turnout had been very high earlier on, and looking at the polling register as they found my details and put a line through them to show that I had voted, I noticed that about ten percent of the electorate on that page had already voted before me. My guess is that most of that early vote went to Brexit, we are just so much more committed than the Federasts, because we believe in our country in a way that they never will.

On my way out I met a neighbour who had complained late last week that he had been given an emergency hospital appointment and feared that he would not be able to vote. That operation was cancelled at the last minute so an elderly man with bladder cancer was able to hobble on his crutches to vote for his country's freedom. 

The Federasts are worried, I hear, about the rain in London that may keep some of their precious voters at home for fear that their expensive hairstyles may be ruined by a drop of water, but we can rely on men who can barely walk as a result of their cancer dragging themselves to the polls.

I suspect that more of the people who read this blog have already voted. Now is the time to take to talk to your neighbours and get them to vote. Take them in your car, if you have one, or just jolly them along if you haven't.

Leave the excuses for not voting to the Federast: we are Brexiteers and our day has dawned!

Wednesday, 22 June 2016

The Edinburgh Brexiteers make their final stand

Today was positively, definitely, the last hurrah for our ad-hoc group of Brexiteers. We were joined by people from Glasgow who decided to have a day out in the capital as well as just about every member from every Edinburgh group that ever existed. All in all we filled over a hundred yards of Princess Street pavement starting right outside Waverley Station. As you can see, we had the press asking questions, as well as the TV crews from both the BBC and Reuters.

We had the youngsters from the University of Edinburgh.

And we had old blokes named Billy. Trust me, in Scotland you cannot have any event that wants to be taken seriously unless it involves at least one bloke called Billy. This one is ours and he has worked his heart out for this most noble cause of ours.

The Federasts managed to turn out five, yes, I counted 'em, five people to hand out their poorly produced drivel, but the day belonged to us, the weary, defiant, battling Brexiteers of Edinburgh.

Taxi drivers were sounding their horns and taking stacks of leaflets to hand out to their passengers, whether they wanted them or not. Badges were being given away to all and sundry, along with posters and what few remaining T-shirts we had.

Then it began to rain at just after 6.00pm and people from our team began to roll their eyes in exasperation. I reminded them that it had rained cats and dogs on the night before Waterloo and that this was a good omen for tomorrow.

The enemies of this country have thrown everything they can at us and we have withstood it all. Tomorrow is actually the easy part - the whole line must advance, every Brexiteer in line facing the front and together the people of this country will win the day.

Do your duty: the generations that went before you are with you at this hour and the generations that are as yet unborn will praise you for it.

Tuesday, 21 June 2016

Edinburgh Brexiteers thought it was all over and then it started again!

We thought it was all over on Sunday, but we decided to start again today! Several phone calls were made yesterday and people from various groups decided to pool their remaining resources for a bash today and tomorrow. Good job we did as German television turned up to interview us.

Meet Jennie, originally from Kent, now in Edinburgh, after almost thirty years in Colombia. She had been campaigning with a Lexit group that finished on Saturday, but heard about this impromptu final charge and came along to lend a welcome hand. 

The response from most people made it all worth while as we handed out badges and posters willy-nilly. One couple from Whitby told me that their town is awash with Leave posters and driving up to Edinburgh through North Yorkshire and Northumbria they had only seen a very few Federast posters, but hundreds of ours.

As the Federasts feel it all slipping away from them they are becoming more and more insolent. One woman took a leaflet and tore it up and a fellow came along to ask technical questions, but we have resident political geeks who have spent long years fathoming the intricacies of Brussels and its wicked ways, so he was dealt with smoothly and calmly. Eventually he stormed off and we gave him a rousing cheer, 'cos we are nice to everyone, being all warm and cuddly by nature.

On my way home I met the delightful Claire, standing all on her lonesome on the other side of the street. She was campaigning for the other team, but we had a chat for a few minutes. I asked her where the Federast crews had been all this time, and give her credit when she admitted that she didn't know. She went on to tell me that they thought that they had it in the bag until they got a rude awakening just the other day.

I wanted to tell her that some of our crews have been agitating for this vote for decades, and the bulk of my particular team had been out every single Saturday from November of last year, but I didn't want to rub it in.

Sorry that the photo does not do her justice, and where on earth were the men from her group? I'll tell you that if we had Claire in our team the young bucks would have been competing with one another to stand next to her.

There is still time for you to come out of the darkness and into the light, Claire!

Official Remain campaign strategy is to use the Jo Cox murder for political gain

That didn't take long did it? I mean for the Federasts to start using Jo Cox's murder as an emotional blackmailing tool. If you want to know when Cllr Anne Lee's post went up on Facebook, the answer is Saturday, 18th June, which was just two days after the murder. The day when other Federasts got on their high horses with our Brexit stalls in Edinburgh, in other words. Sure, she has since apologised for the comment, but that was only after a petition was got up demanding her resignation

One councillor is neither here nor there, but the strategy of waving Jo Cox's shroud seems to have become a tactic that has the approval of the Federast high command.

Will Straw, the son of the former Home Secretary, Jack Straw of cursed memory, sent an e-mail out to his troops which runs in part: “Jo Cox was a friend of mine – and a passionate voice in our campaign to remain in Europe. Her death was an unimaginable tragedy – but we won’t let her voice be silenced.” Straw Jr then went on to enclose the text of Cox's last article which was a hymn of praise to immigration and asked his footsoldiers to pass it along to any wavering voters that they might know.

Now here's the thing, on our Brexit stall over the weekend we had a small tribute to Jo Cox on display:

Just a photograph, the eulogy that was written by her widower, and a rose, but it was there on our stall. Nobody forced us to put it there, because our group was autonomous and we did as we pleased, but we had it because we are normal people who were as stunned, shocked and sickened by her hideous murder as every other normal person was.

In other words, we are not a collection of loathsome political chancers who seek to use a tragedy for their own political ends.
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