Why doesn’t the House of Lords move to Brussels? RICHARD LITTLEJOHN wonders why the unelected peers are so determined to betray the majority of people they are paid to represent
By RICHARD LITTLEJOHN FOR THE DAILY MAIL
3 March 2017
Not for the first time, it fell to Norman Tebbit to speak for Britain. Why was it, he asked his fellow members of the Lords, that they were elevating the rights of foreigners over those of the British people?
‘It seems to me the first duty of this Parliament, of the United Kingdom, is to care for the interests of the citizens of this kingdom,’ he said.
‘If we are to be concerned about the rights of anybody after Brexit to live anywhere on this continent of Europe, it should be concern for the rights of British people to live freely and peacefully in those other parts of Europe. Why is everybody here today so excited about an amendment which looks after foreigners and not the British?’
Fair point. But judging by the reaction in the chamber, you’d have thought Norman had advocated rounding up all foreign nationals living in Britain and deporting them en masse, preferably at gunpoint. His perfectly accurate use of the word ‘foreigners’ had some of the more sensitive Lords and Ladies gasping for breath and hissing their disapproval at this ghastly racist in their midst.
Lord Skinhead of Chingford was, of course, merely questioning the demand that before triggering Article 50, Theresa May gives a cast-iron guarantee that all EU citizens currently living in Britain will be allowed to stay after Brexit.
Actually, she’s already tried to do that in exchange for a reciprocal assurance that the same will apply to UK citizens living in Europe. But she was knocked back by Angela Merkel, who refuses to enter any kind of negotiation until the Brexit process is formally under way.
It has become almost compulsory for everyone to agree that those EU nationals who have settled here keep the right to stay.
And it’s true that the majority [source?] of EU citizens who have arrived legally over the past few years make a valuable contribution to our economy.
But could the same be said of some of the less desirable elements who have moved to Britain? The Eastern European beggars and pickpockets littering the streets of our cities, for instance, or the assorted criminals we can’t deport because of the European yuman rites racket?
The Remoaners don’t want to talk about them, naturally. And, frankly, the Lords aren’t really that bothered about the rights of EU citizens living in Britain.
It is merely a convenient device to try to disrupt, and ideally prevent, Britain’s departure from the EU. They hold the democratically expressed wishes of more than 17 million voters in contempt and will do everything they can to frustrate the result of the referendum.
Why else would they want to force Mother Theresa to declare her negotiating position in advance?
No one in their right mind shows their cards before bidding in a poker game. Not unless they want to get taken to the cleaners.
No self-respecting union leader or businessman would offer up one-sided concessions before negotiations had even begun.
What the Remoaners refuse to accept is that Britain holds a winning hand. We buy more from the EU than they buy from us.
The Europeans realise that, which is why they are going to bluff for as long as possible. Can you imagine any politician in Europe behaving like the Remain camp in Britain?
Where’s the European equivalent of Project Fear, warning of the dire consequences of losing access to the lucrative British market?
Where are the apocalyptic warnings from the European Bank that millions of jobs will be lost and the EU will go into financial meltdown unless Brussels can strike a favourable deal with the UK?
Where are the demands in Berlin that Mrs Merkel offers British manufacturers free trade in exchange for BMW, Mercedes and Audi being allowed to continue selling cars tariff-free in Britain?
Where’s Holland’s answer to Anna Soubry, touring the TV and radio studios in the Netherlands, complaining tearfully that the Dutch economy is doomed unless they give Britain everything she wants?
Why aren’t French hardliners marching down the Champs Elysees, smashing windows and setting fire to police cars, demanding that Paris must agree unconditionally to Britain’s terms so they can carry on exporting their cheeses, wines and meat? I don’t recall the European Parliament passing a motion forcing Jean-Claude Drunker to make any concessions to Britain before the formal Brexit talks start.
And unless I’ve missed something, how many former German Chancellors, French Presidents and Italian Prime Ministers have openly sided with Britain, in the same way that Blair and Major have backed Europe against their own people?
No, all we’ve heard from across the Channel are threats to punish us, to cripple us economically, to make our lives hell once we are stupid enough to leave the EU.
Yet the overwhelming instinct of our political class is to bind the hands of our negotiators, to appease, compromise and, ultimately, surrender — with the unelected House of Lords acting as a pro-Brussels fifth column, determined to betray the majority of the people they are paid to represent.
Are they setting themselves up as the EU’s Vichy government? Maybe they should move to Brussels.
In wartime, they’d have been put up against a wall and shot. In peacetime, they should be put out to pasture, for good.
It’s a pity Norman Tebbit isn’t a few years younger. We could have put him in charge of the Brexit negotiations. At least he’d speak for Britain.
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A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear.