Saturday, 4 June 2016
When you look at the group of people who have coalesced around the Vote Leave campaign- a melange of bigots, regressive Little Englanders, folk who think that they can turn back the clock to 'how things used to be', myopic people who think that because we have traffic jams and queues this is because as an island we are full up, and then the general xenophobes and racists (and there are plenty out there who say 'I'm not racist but...'. Actually, you're probably are racist.), it becomes increasingly clear what to do on June 23rd. Factor in the joys of political fuckwits like Boris Johnson, Michael Gove, George Galloway and Nigel Farage and it would seem that voting Remain is the only sensible and possible option. I keep hearing vox pops on the TV news where the man and woman in the street say 'stop all the name calling and mud slinging and just give us the facts' but as far as I can see there aren't any facts, there are only opinions. No one knows what the impact of leaving the EU will be. It's all conjecture. So I have to go with my gut, which is that if there's a union of democratic nations that want to work together to ensure better rights for citizens and may have contributed to a largely peaceful Europe since 1945 (a continent not known for peace before 1945) and which ensures that we can all move about more freely and become more aware of each other's differences (and our similarities) and then soak up each other's cultures... then I'm in favour. I have no problem with immigration. I think it's a good thing.
And it's given us this absolutely gorgeous love song song from Gruff Rhys.