Our Miraculous Cliff-Edge Could Be Gateway to Slippery Slope

As we all know, there are few more insidious dangers to liberty than planning. Planning means bureaucracy, and bureaucracy means the triumph of un-entrepreneurial and un-British elements, and leads to famine, persecution and concentration camps for all the wrong sorts of people. Without the evil socialistic legacy of planning, there wouldn't be a housing shortage because anybody could knock up a new hovel wherever they pleased. Were it not for the suffocating Stalinist restrictions imposed by planning, the environment thingy would be solved in no time thanks to pluck, gumption and the miracle wondergredient hydrogen.

Of course, Britain's new freedom to do things without reference to the bothersome conditions of mere reality is nowhere shown to gaudier advantage than in the fight for independence from the beastly Euro-wogs. Nevertheless, certain fake entrepreneurs are attempting to turn back the clock to the bad old days. Responding to a stern warning from a minor apparatchik that whatever happens after Britain toddles off the precipice will be their fault, metropolitan élitist business groups have criticised Her Majesty's Government for imposing, of all things, not enough rules. The next thing we know, they'll be begging for experts and free banquets for juvenile shirkers.