However; our useless premier had decided to
make sure the day is forever seared into my brain as one to avoid by choosing
to make it Brexidiocy Day too! At some point in the course of today, our
relatively unelected Prime Minister will tell the rest of Europe we don't want
to play in the same sandpit any longer.
For those who haven't been following UK
domestic politics, or European wide politics; Brixidiocy Day is the day when
the Brexidiots (just over half the voting population) subject the rest of us to
their naive, politically ignorant, economically illiterate vision of a future
of flag-waving little-Englanderism, where Albion shall march forward
unstoppable toward a bright future as the head of BE2.0* as it sheds first
Scotland, then Ireland and eventually Wales and Cornwall (or Kernow as it will
likely be renamed).
* British Empire Two-point-nought
Yes, we are to leave the organisation we
spent 20 years trying to join while the French said "NON!", the organisation which - once we had jointed - we then spent
every waking hour whinging-in, complaining about, upsetting the other members-
and/or vetoing the legislative program- of! When we weren't negotiating a
rebate no one else asked for (or got) or trying - in the latter years - to get
the Poles and Hungarians to help us push-through something legislatively ugly,
intolerant or slightly fascist!
The nationalism of the Brexidiots is worn
as a cloak to disguise their bigotry and xenophobia, their fantasy of BE2.0 at
odds with 2,000 years of democratising and 100 years of pulling back from
Empire which has lead to the relative safety of globalisation - what are we
going to do? Renationalise Kenya, re-conquer India?
They hate that Nigerians, or Brazilians or
even Canadians might have or can have what they have, or that they can compete
in the boardroom for it, or the chance to have it, or that in order to both
help the less fortunate AND save the planet, we might have to get by on
slightly less, or accept reduced levels of consumerism.
It is the ending of 'Great' Britain, the
beginning of the break-up of the Union and an isolationism which will leave us
on the fringes of International affairs, ignored, ridiculed or pitied by turn.
While I would not want to be accused of
trivialising or denigrating the terrorist attack on Westminster the other day,
it is a fact that Mrs. May's speech that evening from the steps of No.10 was cringe-worthy,
equating a nutter's misguided strike against what he perceived as 'Christian
Authority' with Britains reputation around the world! Apparently written by
someone else - and irrespective of how stilted her reading of it was - it was
clearly a party election broadcast on behalf of the Brexidiocy.
And far from 'not winning' the terrorists
are having a massive effect on 'Western Democracy' as we have seen in Britain
with the Brexidiots and in the USA with Trumpton. The dumb descendants of the
dumb people who put monkeys on trail as French spies, or who decided a drowned
woman wasn't a witch, but a bedraggled, choking one, still tied to a wet stool,
was; are now dictating national policy!
To talk of not running away; even as we run
away, is obtuse, to talk of unity as we herald break-up and disharmony is
fatuous, to pontificate about togetherness as we push away is retarded.
The 52% are guilty of manifest cowardice,
and they will find that there is nowhere to run to, we've just left our mates
in the next room while we lock ourselves in the bathroom and ring Uncle Sam:
"Will you come and help us out?"!
Happy Brexidiocy Day! God could help us . .
. but he doesn't exist!
I'll
spend the day sorting Aurora for my
sins.
2 comments:
I feel the pain of Birthday and association with unfortunate events.
My birthday is September 11. Now known as 9/11
Cheers Brain, and commiserations back at yah!
H
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