Jaques mon amis, c'est fin

I’m sorry Jacques, I don’t love you anymore, it’s over. It’s time for us to end this farce and get on with our lives. We had good times but we’ve been heading in different directions for years and we’re no longer compatible. Let’s be grown up about it. I can’t move out immediately; it will take me about two years to sever the links but there’s no turning back. Don’t feign surprise. You’ve allowed our finances to be squandered in corrupt dealings across the community and your civil servants are out of control. You think it’s ok to have them negotiate in secret and relegate elected representatives to rubber stampers without rights to debate the issues affecting us all. Your approach to TTIP with US corporations is nothing short of treason. I hope for your sake you come to your senses and reassert sovereign rights for all your member states so that the Federation you desire respects its citizens rather than treating them as consumer fodder for multinationals. It’s all there to play for. May today’s UK decision be the wake-up call you need to pay more attention to those you say you love. Listen to the protests from the Green movement trying to protect you from ‘science in agriculture’ or the introduction of GMOs for human consumption. Arguments over finances become irrelevant when people are dying. It would be grossly irresponsible to ignore the dangers of introducing proteins the human body has no knowledge of and no protections against. Once out, normal pollination will ensure that the GMO genie can never be put back in the bottle. Anyway, I’m out of here. I haven’t time to chat. I have to organise border checkpoints to protect the six counties from the unwanted hordes of economic migrants heading our way.