Jealous
The topic du jour seems to be the UK elections.
So Boris the Spider won, and won fairly conclusively. It wouldn’t surprise me at all if the EU declared the result null and void and demanded another election. I wouldn’t put anything past that mob.
Anyways, I can only say I am ambivalent about the result.
On one hand it means potential knock on effects for Ireland. I’m not sure what those effects will be but doubtless it will cost me one way or another. Already I have noticed that one of Herself’s medications [supplied from the UK apparently] has run out of stock and will seemingly remain so for a while yet. They’re blaming that on Brexit. God only knows how it will affect supplies of food and stuff.
Already there are calls for a referendum to entice out friends neighbours Up North to join us, and even louder rumblings in Scotland. Fun times ahead?
On the other hand I am distinctly jealous. Its like a cell-mate being given a pardon while I still have to serve a life sentence.
The greatest thing about Brexit from my point of view though is the seismic shock to The Fourth Reich. The dream of a United States of Europe has been delivered a major blow. I can hope that the blow will be fatal but I suspect they’ll survive and pass more laws to make withdrawal even harder for any other country hoping to make a dash for freedom.
Now where did I put that application form for a British passport?
As a committed Leaver, my delight in the election outcome is unrestrained. Not only for the Brexit outcome but as a demonstration that frustrated voters can go to extreme lengths, albeit entirely peaceful ones, when they see their democratic will being disregarded so contemptuously.
If only the baggage of unfortunate history could be consigned to the archive, a re-joining of Ireland with the UK would form a formidable unit, able to demonstrate to the evil EU why it is so wrong in so many ways and always will be.
I have often thought that Ireland and the UK are natural partners. We share a common language, similar laws and at one stage we had a [nearly] identical currency. We have common travel arrangements and are well integrated across the border with the North. It makes complete sense.
Get rid of the Windsors and we'll talk about it.
Under the provisions of the Memorandum of Understanding 1922 between the UK and Eire (Look it up, the provisions regarding residency are still in force), you can just move. If you're Irish you can live and work in the UK without need for a visa or anything.