by Anniel 3/13/17
Two Times Nigel Farage • The Purple Revolution: The Year That Changed Everything / Flying Free • Both Available on Kindle [With Current Commentary at Hillsdale College by Mark Steyn]
I hate to admit this, but until the BRexit vote, I knew very little about the EU and any history concerning it. When our eldest son, the Untermensh went to live in Germany and work for an EU Company I just assumed he would like his work, be paid for his services, travel some and enjoy Germany. Most of which I think is true.
When I heard of Nigel Farage his name meant nothing to me. But I did see him team together with the brilliant Mark Steyn in a debate about rape and power held at a Canadian forum that turned into a stunning put-down of two people who tried to trivialize child rape. I had never seen Steyn angry like that before. More about Steyn later.
Both of these Ferage books are autobiographical, so some of the stories are repeats of Farage’s thoughts about his life. To say that by the age of 20, when he had his first headfirst encounter with an automobile and nearly died, that he also was a drunken sot and smoked like the proverbial chimney would be putting things mildly. Over the years he also survived a form of testicular cancer, a private airplane crash, auto accidents and several other drinking related problems.
I began hearing awful things about Farage, so I looked him up on U-tube and enjoyed listening to him and also began cheering BRexit forward. After the Referendum passed I decided to read these two books Farage had written.
To be honest, Farage turned me off completely. I couldn’t stand him as a person, and were it not for Mark Steyn and Donald Trump. I still might think of him as just a gadfly.
Farage’s own father nearly killed himself from his drinking, and Farage has certainly followed in his father’s footsteps, the only difference being that his father had enough sense and willpower to quit and earn the respect of those who worked with him as a market trader.
Nigel himself became a metals trader. Married and had two sons, now grown, before divorcing, remarrying and having three daughters.
He drifted from trading company to new company, earning substantial sums, and spent at least half of every working day sloshed to the gills with his mates.
Farage hated his nation’s loss of freedom under the EU Parliament and decided early on to do something about it. BRexit didn’t just fall off the turnip truck one day. The undertaking to end it required an astounding amount of his energy and time.
Actually, in order to get a referendum on BRexit passed by Parliament in Great Britain would take a majority party or coalition, and the party that Farage joined in order to force such a referendum was called UKIP, for United Kingdom Independence Party.
Farage cultivated backers within UKIP and ran for the House of Commons. After winning a seat as a MP he helped maintain and build UKIP into a power player, and then went on to become a Member of the EU Parliament. The Tories and the Liberal Democrats were the main political powers in Great Britain and the EU actually began subverting Great Britain many years earlier. By the time Farage was eight years old the EU was a fact of life in Great Britain.
Margaret Thatcher almost single-handed held the EU at bay, but her actions were not always appreciated, and it was many years before Farage could see her political role more clearly as he advocated for freedom.
In order to win the BRexit referendum Farage consulted people in the U.S. to learn how to run a modern political campaign. Mostly he consulted Republicans, but also such people as Andrew Breightbart, James Carville, Karl Rove, and others. He learned more modern methods of polling and methods of persuading the undecided. His campaigning was rigorous and he says he enjoys politics because he really likes people.
As an example of the bureaucratic stranglehold the EU has over its members, including the Queen and, well, the whole Royal Family and Prime Minister, I quote the following segment from Flying Free:
We saw just one example in the Foot and Mouth epidemic of 2001.
We in Britain knew how to handle FMD. After the 1967 outbreak, veterinary advice was clear and unequivocal. Speed was of the essence. Infected animals should be slaughtered at once and buried in situ in quicklime. Had this advice been followed, over 8 billion euros might have been saved and enormous distress averted.
But we were not permitted to follow this advice in our own land. In 1980, the British Government had handed all control of such matters to the EU, whose ridiculous ‘models’ required ‘protection’ and ‘surveillance’ zones and the confirmation of every diagnosis by laboratory testing.
The EU had also passed a directive on the protection of groundwater which forbade farm burials and the use of quicklime.
It took weeks to get qualified majority approval from the Standing Veterinary Committee for any action to be taken. Thanks to further regulations, there were next to no abattoirs left in the country, which had already caused enormous suffering in normal circumstances and now seriously compromised bio-security.
The farmers of Britain just had to wait for the Bureaucrats of Brussels to make up their minds. When at last they received permission to act, they were ordered to slaughter all animals within two miles of the center of the infection (the bureaucrats failed to make it clear which animals they meant), then to transport the carcasses often hundreds of miles to an approved rendering plant, so further spreading infection.
I suspect that the Bureaucratic labyrinth that is the EU today shocked even Ferage as he attempted to understand its seductive power and come to grips with his way forward.
During a commentary by Mark Steyn in a speech given on Nigel Farage at a Hillsdale College Symposium last week, I was interested to hear Steyn’s take on Ferage. He said that Farage drinks prodigious amounts of booze, while also smoking like the proverbial chimney. He always looks sloppy and disorderly, but in the end he was the only one who could push the referendum and BRexit vote through.
I know we would all like our Heroes to be as pure as the wind-driven snow, but when Steyn spoke up about Farage I had to consider, again, who the Lord chooses to aid us in the battle for freedom. It may not be someone totally to our liking. He uses people AS THEY ARE for His own purposes.
Maybe we need to get off our high horses from time-to-time because none of us is perfect.
I just saw Lou Dobbs interviewing Farage about what he thinks of the chances of the EU staying intact in the future. He says there is no hope and the whole EU is in its death throes.
To sum up this review I would like to quote one of Farage’s thoughts on freedom I found to be in the realm of “borders, language and culture.”
. . .The tabloids consistently assert that morality is foundering. It is untrue. People are as loyal, brave and dedicated to their moral duties- to their families, lovers and street gangs- as ever. It’s just that bigger communities and nations have been engulfed in a sea of apologetic gurbledum babble. We are no longer meant to serve our own because we are no longer permitted to identify our own. Morality surely starts out as a simple deal. We are more effective as a team, I won’t kill you or steal from you as you sleep if you will reciprocate. That way we can both sleep. This extends in time to family, village, town, and ultimately, nation. . . But two things are essential to this deal. The link between self interest and pack interest must be clear and the limits of the pack must be clearly defined. There must be an ‘us’ and a ‘them’. . . We identify our pack- family, tribe, club, class, ultimately nation- by common terms of reference (culture), costume, and above all, language. . . With language comes not just identification, but empathy. The cries of a friend cause pain and protectiveness. The cries of an enemy evoke, at best, indifference. To what entity do we belong in a gurdledum world? With whom should we feel empathy? To experience pain with every ant in the grass is to cripple ourselves and so to dilute morality as to render it meaningless. When a child is brought up with no link to a culture or history. . . With no sense that, in serving her community, she is either furthering a cause to which she is committed or advancing herself within a recognizable group, why on earth should she serve?
Why on earth indeed.
I would highly recommend either, or both of these books to anyone who enjoys history and is concerned with our own Bureaucratic nation. Donald Trump and Nigel Farage know each other well.
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Coda: Since listening to Mark Steyn’s problems with CRTV I was distressed to hear him say that he may have to leave the U.S. Evidently the company fraudulently told customers that he “tore up his contract.” Besides refusing to let him in his new studio, or paying the bills, and all but bankrupting him. He said money from his “Feline Groovy” album was all he was living on. People who subscribed to CRTV from all over the world were demanding refunds. But, but, but, earlier today I saw an ad for CRTV and, for the first time there were pictures of both Michelle Malkin and Mark Steyn. I hope they were smart enough to reinstate a better contract for Steyn. But I intend to pray for him anyway. He’s filling in for Rush on Monday, so he may say something then. We can still pray anyway.