BREXIT: Kiss of Death for Chequers. Unscrupulous EU Trap Sprung in Salzburg.

I was never the biggest fan of the British PM but now I am. The EU's kiss-kiss bosses have sown the seeds of my discontent. I am seething. I see they have nothing to learn from Judas Iscariot, nor from the money-changers in the temple. Let them build their EU Reich, I care not anymore, for I know it is destined to the same fate as all previous efforts to control and manipulate the European peoples. The fat controllers and their dwarves have learned nothing from history. Their avarice and ambition knows no bounds. There is no means to which they will not stoop. They know nothing of honour and fair dealing. Under the guise of a refugee crisis and a terrorist crisis and any other crisis they think they can use they will now create their much vaunted European Army. I wonder who will be in charge of it. And I wonder who will dictate policy and who will give the orders. I think I know what the final outcome will be. Some of us have been there before. Others have the memories of parents and grandparents to draw on. Macron, Merkel and Co. have their own plans, agendas and their own theories. They do not include Britain, and probably the majority of the smaller EU countries who haven't yet woken up.  So be it.