When I was but eighteen years old, the lies and the deviant statements commenced, and they have continued, without pause or interruption, ever since. The barrage of position statements, government propaganda, newspaper, radio and the slow start of television ‘current affairs’ programmes hammered, or rather attempted to hammer home the story that Europe would be good for Britain. Good for jobs, good for trade, everything would be rosy. When Edward Heath was making overtures to France and Germany about joining, there was a healthy scepticism within the electorate. So, despite his promise that no movement would be made without the full-hearted support of Parliament and people, he took us in, and the Parliamentary vote was only won by eight votes. No sound or sight of a Referendum then at all; we were not asked.
We were asked in 1975 by Harold Wilson if we wished to stay in, and all the lies continued, and as we had been told that the Commonwealth had been cast adrift, and all the trade negotiations with the EC were completed, and we would not be losing anything: we voted to stay in. Nothing was said about our fishing fleets being decommissioned, and fishing grounds being decimated by the Spanish and the French, that was all discovered later on.
The Thatcher years proved equally barren of the truth, partly because our Prime Minister didn’t realise how dangerous Europe and its Single Europe Act really was until it was too late. John Major proved himself a true Europe-lover, piloting through Parliament the Maastricht treaty by applauding our opt-outs, which weren’t really opt-anythings; as Europe swerved around the roadblocks, and brought in the Social Chapter through Health and Safety! The European Union, that creature of Jean Monnet, was born with that Treaty, and it has spread its tentacles ever outward from that date.
Fast forward to the Blair years, with ever more untruths perpetrated by the Master Liar himself, when he accepted and signed the Amsterdam Treaty. Asked? We weren’t even mentioned! With this Treaty came European citizenship, a Euro foreign policy, and all the rest of the euro-garbage. We were promised a veto, but, hey, that promise, like all the other ‘promises’ wasn’t worth the paper it wasn’t printed on.
Gordon Brown came late to the signing of the Lisbon Treaty, but didn’t give much weight to any question of whether the People should be asked, before signing up to ‘ever closer Union’, probably because he thought we were all ‘bigots’ anyway.
Enter Cameron, and his promised ‘Referendum’. He promises that the British people will have a choice, but only after ‘Reforms’ have been completed, or agreed, or something: which is fine, except: no-one has been told the extent, or limit, or indeed scope, of these mythical ‘Reforms’. Various briefings have emerged after ‘discussions’ with him, and her, and sometimes ‘them’; but the British people, who are being asked to decide if they wish to continue being governed from Brussels, or whether they wish to have their Sovereignty returned; have not got a single fact upon which to base their decisions. Ignore the fact that most of the ‘desirable’ options floated by commentators, politicians of all persuasions and senior civil servants all require Treaty Change, and treaty change needs every other Euro nation to agree, which will never ever happen.
As I wrote at the beginning, the lies continue, but grow ever more convoluted.