TTIPping over the edge again

This is just a very short update post on a very big topic - the Transatlantic Trade and Investment Partnership, aka TTIP, aka the Huge Big Deal That You Haven't Heard Of Because It's All Being Conducted In Secret.

Greenpeace Netherlands have just leaked a 248-page draft of the agreement - and this leak could spell doom for the whole deal.

If you're interested in having a look at the whole thing, you can download it here.

In summary though, as I know you're all busy people, just have a look at my previous post on the topic, which, even more compressed is: - this soi-disant deal will create a net fiscal migration to the US, undermine democracy in the EU, permit currently banned GMO foodstuffs to be sold here, dismiss the ban on Neonicotinoids (the herbicide killing bees en masse), relax restrictions on the use of Glyphosates, and allow private companies to buy up whole swathes of public health and education - and, should you protest, allow companies to sue you into the ground.

This needs to be raised with your MP, your European MP, your local newspaper, your neighbour, your neighbour's cat, everyone - it really is far too important to dismiss.

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