Standing on the dustbin of history

Things did not go to plan yesterday for a dignified ensemble in  Béal Feirste.

The upshot of this case is that the Protocol is here to stay.

Here is an inconvenient fact for the self-styled PUL community:

Northern Ireland is the only part of the UK to share a land border with an EU member state.

That meant that the Brexit negotiations were always going to have to deal with the realities on this little island.

If there is no sea border, then there must be a land border, and although that is a wet dream of some in Narne Arne, it isn’t going to happen.

Ultimately history has to be formally introduced to geography, and that is what the featured image is about.

It would be wrong to think that these legal battlers represent all of the people in Northern Ireland who are from the Protestant community.

Dear reader, they do not.

I have friends and colleagues in my NUJ branch who are from a quintessentially Unionist background.

They are on the left of the political spectrum and say quite openly that they would vote for 32 tomorrow.

Of course, they are very clear that they would not be joining De Valera’s Catholic theocracy.

Instead, they would become part of a modern EU member state.

Moreover, one that has a written constitution.

So much of the Brexit shambles over the last half-decade has been down to the fact that the UK does not possess such a founding document.

It is a strange ethnicity that is dependent on where it gets its emulsified offal tubes.

Ultimately the facts do not care how they feel about where their sausages come from.

As they scream louder and louder to an increasingly bemused world that they are Bradaish, the tectonic plates of geo-politics this archipelago are slowly shifting underneath their marching feet.

These proud “Ulster Scots” seem petrified of the prospect of an independent Scotland.

To the outsider, this subculture appears to be devoid of any self-awareness.

Apparently, some NASA scientist in a Sevco top thought this was a good idea.

The main emotion they elicit in your humble correspondent is one of pity.

This dysfunctional subculture is also extant in Fair Caledonia.

It is a social problem that both countries have in common.

Ultimately we must find a way to manage it into a position where it obeys civilised norms.

Unfortunately for all of this biddable fascist underclass has been mobilised by political unionism in the Six Counties to take on the European Union.

They will fail just they failed on Flegs at Belfast City Council.

They have that in common with the fine fellows in Whitehall.

For the avoidance of doubt, Brussels and Dublin do not need reminding that Albion is incurably perfidious.

Candidly, it is utter folly to trust anyone within the British state.

The British Prime Minister signed the Withdrawal Agreement (WA) and the Trade and Cooperation Agreement (TCA) with every intention of dodging any of the responsibilities.

However, when it comes to it, the long-term fate of Northern Ireland doesn’t matter to Boris et al.

It is the smallest component of the U and is home to only 2.9% of the UK’s population.

Moreover, it doesn’t have any vast mineral wealth like North Sea oil.

Consequently, the chaps in the Square Mile will see the prospect of losing their remaining parcel of Irish real estate as a small price to pay for creating Singapore-on-Thames.

This is what Brexit did to Partition.

Susan McKay, herself from an Ulster protestant background, does not miss in this piece in the New York Times.

One of those at the court in Belfast yesterday styles himself as something of a legal expert.

Here he is, at an earlier court hearing.

I think, he was pretending to be a native American, although I can’t be sure.

Perhaps he should now be known among his tribe as  Stands On A Bin.

Those of us on this island who want to end any vestige of British rule here are blessed to have such opponents.