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From 30th March 2019, the Yorkshire Viking blogs will no longer be available in the United Kingdom. The archive of the English blog will not, however, be affected.

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The Moment of Truth

It’s been a while since my last post. Brexit really has put a spanner in the works. Nothing will ever be the same again. That’s true regardless of how it ends.

Before that black day in 2016, this blog had developed not only into a twin blog (one Norwegian, the other English). The Norwegian blog was the nynorsk variant, and I was actually quite proud of it. The twin blogs were both designed in the colours of my former school, as indeed was the logo they shared. I was getting on with the life I had started in my adoptive country of Norway, and that’s how I’d frankly have wished it had stayed.

But then came Brexit. They’re now realising that it’s more than a political question they straight off not thinking might support Brits in, and my fellow Norwegians are beginning to see the momentousness of what this dreadful Brexit means. I knew on the 24th June, as I made my way back home from holiday in Berlin that nothing would ever be the same again.

Firstly I couldn’t continue blogging in my old school colours when Brexit self evidently had driven a wedge between me and my home community. The views of some of its people – people I had grown up with – disgust me as much as mine apparently irritate them. So at least it is mutual.

The Norwegian blog has therefore been archived under an earlier WordPress theme (since it was only later that I had coupled it together as a “twin” of the English blog, and employed the same design), and the English blog prior to that black day in 2016 likewise archived together with its “school” theme. This post-Brexit version was launched in 2017, and now we are entering the final straight as it were, I shall start it up for one last slog.

That is what it is. I find it incredibly sad, and hard. This isn’t about politics so much as it is about values that I thought my life had been built upon. I find Brexit retrospectively destroys my formative years. I’m convinced my repulsive Brexit voting peer group will (albeit too late) realize that it has destroyed its own childhood and identity.

That is what I shall attempt to write about in these final weeks. I don’t find it easy, either to voice such existential questions, or indeed to define and explain them. Yet now, we are at the moment of truth.

Supergirl

I have admiration for what this young person is doing. Indeed, it breaks my heart to think that her next birthday may be a sad one (if Brexit cannot be stopped).


Still, you tried, and you did more than most – and more than anyone could reasonably expect of you.

Well done! And from someone who grew up in your country, thank you from the bottom of my heart for fighting on for the values I thought I shared… and have been disappointed to find that that is not the case (so many of my generation voted Leave where I came from).

I Told You So

During the God awful referendum campaign in the United Kingdom, I was often corresponding with my erstwhile friends and compatriots, people among whom I had grown and should now be living had fate not brought me here to Norway nearly three decades ago, and I despaired over their prejudices. They had decided the issue. Facts didn’t matter. Forty years (or so they thought; actually it is at least sixty) of what it meant to be a country were going to be ripped up in an angry protest. Strangely enough, it was not the successive governments that had done the diverse things with which they were dissatisfied, but the European Union that was from day one singled out to be the scapegoat for everything. OK, I’m going over old areas again.

Well now hard information – I shall not say “facts” because it seems my generation cannot understand “facts”, or else the word clearly means something very different to how I have always understood it – has finally started to come out. My former school pals assure me they always knew that the hype about £350 million for their health service was just that, but that they (as pointed out above) had predetermined how they were going to vote beforehand, and as we have already seen regardless of any “facts” or other information that “experts” might tell them. Who indeed can forget that you were all so “tired of experts”…

So information – facts – is now starting to be available at hand. Not, I’m sure, that the people I once grew up with are yet interested in it. Yet they ought to be: within a few more months, it will be their own reality. It won’t be something that they need to read here or anywhere else. Brexit is going to be extremely damaging just as I told you it would be.

On False Pretences!

Readers of my blog will already know what I think about the British referendum.

This isn’t going to be a long post. It’s about deceit, and a special type of deceit my late father used to call “false pretences”.

There are people who say that, however small the victory, the British voters had their “democratic” contest – I think I’d rather characterise it as some grand “tug of war” – and that is it. Those who protested from the start that the referendum was expressly legislated as not binding are simply not playing “fair”, or so the argument goes.

Yet all I am going to do here is juxtapose two videos. In the first we see that many of those who now complain actually did try to put a reasonable safeguard into the process (that is to say a “supermajority” or a threshold). In most countries you cannot bring about a huge constitutional change on a slim majority. Their amendment was rejected, but these same people were assured then that this was no big deal: the referendum was not binding. That one could argue, was an assurance crucial to the passing of the bill in the first place. Some of the MPs probably would not have voted for the referendum if they had not got this assurance.

So without further ado, the two videos. Firstly, there is THIS from BEFORE the referendum:

and then there is THIS now that Article 50 has been served:


See the problem? My late father would have undoubtedly have said that the referendum bill passed on false pretences.

Both of the above videoes are embedded from Twitter. You can find them here https://twitter.com/brexit_sham/status/972239717281554432?s=19 and here https://twitter.com/estwebber/status/973967483823706113