The EU will use blue passports if they want Brexit to work

The EU will use blue passports if they want Brexit to work

One only has to look at the tired and drab colour of the flawed EU passport to see why Brexit has so far failed to deliver. It is no surprise that EU truckers are reticent about returning to work in the promised land when they now have to present such an embarrassing spectacle at our borders.

Could you see yourself fronting up to Dutch passport control with a burgundy booklet? The colour of your face would instantly mirror the colour of the passport. A blue passport is preferable as it more accurately mirrors the exhortations that are needed to assist a foreigner understand English – “I was blue in the face before he understood I have a God given right to go where, and to do what, I please”.

The fact the tired tyranny that daily loses more grip on the Continent did not copy our bold move back to British blue is typical of their cloth eared approach to Brexit. We are leading, but they refuse to follow. And to what gain? Our shelves are emptying of EU produce and our work force is beginning to experience hyperinflation for want of their skilled workers. It is a sorry spectacle and it would surely hit the unelected bureaucrats at the ballot box if they were a functioning autocracy such as ourselves.

Where to now? Not very far, clearly. The best next step will be to once again insist that the EU wakes up from its self-imposed coma and accepts the pragmatic and considered leadership it enjoyed from the United Kingdom, before its misguided decision to constructively dismiss us from the bloc.

We say to Junker no more burgundy you tired old fool! British blue is best!

We say to Barnier no more burgundy you crafty old fox! British blue is best!

We say to Macron. Well, We don’t say anything to Macron.

Even if the sclerotic commission refuses to yield the sorry fruit and vegetable growers of the continent, their crops rotting in the fields for want of a British market, will soon force the change from the tyranny of burgundy to the sunlit uplands of blue.

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