My 11 year old son has a favourite impression he trots out several times a day.
‘I will build a wall and make America great again.’
Quite how he’s been exposed to Donald Trump, the president who makes George Dubya Bush look like a Rhodes Scholar, is beyond me.
But it strikes me we are so confused, as a nation, as a world, with politics, lies and stupidity that there is little hope for a bright future for that young lad, irrespective of the merits of his humour.
Trump has targeted Mexico as one of his ‘Jew’ cards, following the example of a certain European party in the 1930s. Mexicans are to blame for America’s morais. Forget the fact that Mexico is responsible for quite a few products that make American firms big bucks. As opposed to those same American firms choosing to relocate production back to the US. Mexico is good for the US money men.
If you were going to look inwardly, as a leader you’d be pushing for production to return home. Investment going to US firms and jobs going to US people. The more people earn, the more taxes they pay, the more money the government has…it’s an upward, positive spiral.
The same could have been true for Brexit. British jobs in Britain, not Chinese factories throwing out tat at cheaper prices so the British public can just about afford it.
If the truth is that British firms can’t manufacture goods in this country for a reasonable price, then the system is broken.
China has long been the answer for the bosses, from drum companies to car manufacturers, toy firms and clothes labels. Chinese corporations making millions. Chinese workers enjoying a plentiful supply of labour despite poor wages, poor conditions and human and animal rights abuses by the bucketload.
What Chinese companies do would never be allowed in Britain today.
But try buying something that doesn’t have made in China written on the label inside. I know. I’ve tried.
Slice by slice, jobs in this country are vanishing. The options are zero hours, or worse, the gig economy.
Today, reports British police can’t answer to 999 calls because of savage cuts to their rank and file.
We know about the NHS.
What about the old nationalised industries? The quickest I’ve personally known a British Gas engineer arrive to deal with central heating glitch which left my 90 year old grandmother with no ability to cook, have hot water or heat, was four days.
Not forgetting the prices that keep soaring, for that poorer service.
Today, it emerged that the new British passports once we exit Europe will be produced by a Franco-Dutch firm.
Cheaper. No doubt propped up by national grants and EU grants.
Not quite in the spirit of Brexit.
For me, Brexit is just the same as Trump’s infamous wall. It’s a different playing of the blame game, although I’ve written before that I understand Brexit because all we’ve ever done as a nation since we went into the Common Market is complain about the injustices. Even though some of them had everything to do with the British government and nothing to do with Brussels.
I hear and read from Brexiteers, who are just as passionate towards their cause as the remain crowd. I read comments from Trump supporters that are just as strong in their beliefs they chose the right man as those who decry him as an idiot.
We’re in a mess. It’s the open secret that many people dare not acknowledge.
We get a diet of lies, damn lies and skewed statistics that could prove an orangutang was a cheetah in the media, both mass and niche – anything that can back a point of view.
A bloodless civil war. With everyone the victim. Sooner or later.