In six weeks time we will vote on the Fiscal Treaty.
Of course we are being told to vote “yes”. A yes vote will ensure more jobs, a secure future and marmalade on our toast every morning. A yes vote will mean the Euro is safe. A yes vote will show our commitment to Europe.
What a steaming pile of horseshit.
What short memories the sheeple have!
We were promised jobs and prosperity if we had a second vote on Lisbon. Can someone please tell me where those jobs and the prosperity are now? I can’t see them. We were promised a stronger, more united Europe. Tell that to the Greeks.
Basically we have two options.
We can vote yes and hand the keys over to an unelected bunch of dictators in Brussels who don’t give a flying fuck about Ireland provided we keep pouring billions into their coffers.
We can vote no and take our chances with the money markets.
We have a choice of the hangman or the firing squad.
A yes vote will not only lock us into permanent austerity, it will sign away forever our independence and sovereignty. They might as well have German jackboots goose-stepping up O’Connell Street.
If we vote no, we at least retain a wee smidgin of dignity. The scare stories [of which we are soon to hear plenty] will scream about no pay for our nurses and teachers. They will shout about the drying up of the ATMs. They will threaten us that Ireland will cease to have any money at all.
There is a simple answer to that. If we stay within the Euro, and vote no, Europe will still have to bail us out if there is any threat to their precious fucking Euro. They cannot afford to let us get into trouble or their Euro will collapse, closely followed by their wet-dream of a United States of Europe.
I know the sheeple will vote to accept the treaty. They will lap up all the rhetoric and propaganda. They will believe all the fairy tales of a bright and sunny future. They will hear how the American Chamber of Commerce has called for a Yes vote [what the fuck?].
The sheeple will get what they deserve.
I’m beyond caring any more.