Not many, is the answer to this one. Actually Dave can do the job all by himself.
Britain used to be loved by her friends, hated by her enemies and respected by both. Now the extreme emotions have given way to indifference at best, and contempt at worst and more commonly.
Our Heir to Blair isn’t solely responsible for this shift, but he can take credit for rapidly making it irreversible. His present campaign to stay in the EU at any cost while pretending to be ready to leave is a case in point.
Dave’s opening shot in what he risibly calls negotiations with the EU was to make it known in no uncertain terms that he’d campaign for staying no matter what the result. Hardly a strong negotiating position, one would think, and it went downhill from there.
For Dave didn’t demand a meal; he asked for a few bones off the EU table. Specifically, he begged for permission to withhold benefits from immigrants for the first four years of their presence at these shores.
If he, and by association what once was Great Britain, were held in anything other than contempt, the federasts would have tossed him his bone and sent him off to the corner to gnaw on it.
Dave would have stopped pretending to be a negotiator and reverted to what he does best: being a spiv. He would have portrayed that largely meaningless concession as a huge triumph of his diplomacy, removing the last doubts about membership in this evil contrivance.
As it was, the federasts didn’t even feel they had to let Dave gorge himself on the fatty gristle. They simply said no, leaving our governing spiv at a loose end and his poor, once great country in her historically unprecedented role of a laughing stock.
Dave’s bluff was called and he was found out not even to be holding a low pair. And how the bastards gloat!
They are talking about Dave’s ‘half-hearted attempts’ to beg for concessions, his ‘empty threats’ to leave the EU, his showing ‘no respect’, his having ‘no clear strategy’, ‘playing to the galleries’ and so forth, ad nauseam.
To add injury to insult, the IMF head Christine Lagarde said that uncertainty over the referendum “is not terribly helpful” and could destroy Britain’s economy – presumably as comprehensively as Miss Lagarde herself devastated France’s economy in her previous capacity of finance minister.
It takes utter contempt for the two millennia of our history even to contemplate in a delirious sleep the possibility of surrendering Britain’s sovereignty to this extension of the Third Reich by other means.
And it takes craven, self-serving idiocy to do so now, when this wicked setup has shown its impotence in handling any serious problem worthy of the name – when its moribund economy is only held together by a briskly operating printing press, when it lies defenceless against any fanatic with a gun, when it’s inundated with millions of Muslims openly proclaiming their aim of turning Europe into an Islamic caliphate by the sheer strength of numbers backed up with the odd massacre.
Against the background of Britain rapidly becoming the butt of derisive jokes, the Mail made some of the points above but then undid the good work by expressing the hope that the Heir to Blair will now lead a campaign for Brexit:
“That would need leadership and courage – qualities that, in the past, Mr Cameron has shown he possesses in abundance.”
The leadership and courage Dave possesses can fit into the ink cartridge of the fountain pen with which he’ll sign a multi-million contract for speaking engagements at the end of his tenure.
Our press, even its worthier, conservative end, seems to live not just in virtual reality but on a faraway planet, where the news of Dave’s pathetic spivery will only reach in a few light years.
The rest of cringe in disgust and recoil in horror.