Europe

Would Britain be better off if we tightened or loosened our links with Europe.

Who knows?

I know that members of a united Europe are less likely to go to war against one another but I must confess I don’t possess anywhere near enough information on the subject to be able to make an informed decision. Nor does anybody else I know. Nor, I suspect do most people in Britain, including our politicians.

What I do know is the factors most likely to affect any decision made related to tightening or loosening Britain’s links with Europe will change over time; inexorably driven by unforeseen acts of aggression, climatic change, political coups, trading considerations and man’s inherent greed, envy and lust for power – over which we have little control.

In short, any decision we make about Europe is going to be a gamble: the outcome dependant upon how somebody else throws the dice.

Personally, since no guaranteed lasting advantage can be gained by tying ourselves irrevocably to Europe, I’d prefer Britain to maintain a degree of independence and concentrate on getting our own act together

Having been a Venture Capitalist most of my working life I’m aware that being flexible is an essential element in the mix required by successful companies to give them that necessary extra edge. The same applies to Team Britain if we’re to transform the nation into a winner. A winning Team shouldn’t shackle itself to a lumbering giant that has already taken on board all the expensive detritus, bureaucracy and inflexibility of the classic ‘nationalised industry’ form of enterprise. We should have mutually acceptable trading and defence agreements with them. Not get stuck with them.

Europe has already shown its hand. It’s dominated by an oligarchy of the usual power-hungry political types who are busy persuading the meek and the weak that they have an inalienable right to inherit the earth – with them in charge. When the shit hits the fan as, sooner or later it undoubtedly will, everybody is going to be rushing about squealing like very disappointed little porkers on a hot griddle – hoping and praying that Real Men will somehow emerge to save them.

Either way, I’d prefer Britain to be the master of its own destiny. We possess everything and more to successfully compete in this world provided we’re not prevented from doing so by mewling, puking, sissies, wimps and losers, either here or in Europe.

If we have to go down then let it be as Real Men who have given Team Britain our best shot.