Peers’ Peril
NOT much could be more dangerous to national stability than unelected peers attempting to reverse the biggest democratic mandate in British history.
Such a repugnant display of elitist arrogance over the Brexit vote would deserve to destroy the House of Lords.
Yet this extraordinary plot is being cooked up by the likes of Patience Wheatcroft, a David Cameron crony handed a peerage in 2010.
She and fellow peers hope the Commons will scupper the majority decision of June 23. If not, they aim to delay triggering Article 50, halt it, or force a second referendum to get the result Westminster and Brussels wanted.
They have even confected an excuse: the 17.4million Leavers were “lied to”.
Good luck with that . . . the Remain campaign was little but hysterical lies.
And yet, in another example of the widening chasm between the “Westminster bubble” and voters, the man who led Remain to its ignominious defeat is to be lavishly rewarded with a CBE.
Mr Cameron cannot surely believe that serial Labour loser Will Straw is worthy of the same national honour bestowed on inspirational Olympic champions Mo Farah and Jess Ennis.
Or that these once-prestigious gongs exist for him to dish out to anyone on his family’s Christmas card list.
But he doesn’t much care now what the public thinks, so long as his old friends and colleagues get baubles and in some cases actual power.
This crony class then continue having their say on Britain without Britain ever having a say on them.
And on Brexit, and other issues, they will seek to impose the metropolitan elite’s will on the little people whose views they hold in contempt.
We applaud Theresa May for saying Brexit means Brexit. She must crush these appalling, snooty peers underfoot.
The new blue
MOST Brits consider ourselves British — not citizens of the . Nothing affirms that national identity, or our sovereignty, like the historic old blue passports.
Having EU-approved ones may have been convenient over the last 28 years in the Brussels club. That must change now.
The Government must make plans to reintroduce the blue ones . . . and the sooner the better.
We’ll be first in the queue for a new blue.
It's over, 'czuk
SIMON Danczuk has been a decent enough MP. But his time is surely up.
His voters must wonder how he has a spare moment to represent them in between sex romps and sending 6,000 sleazy texts to a lover half his age.
His mind seems to be on one thing — and it’s not the needs of his constituents.
With one or two exceptions.
Sorry, Simon. It’s time you stood down.