Well, I trust you all had a happy Brexit Day: 'Joyeux
Brexite', as I like to say, full irony intended. Of course the day was never
going to pass peacefully, a tactic that may have had more impact than the twitterwauling
I came home to; sometimes it’s best to keep schtum. If you were attending a
noisy street party in Brexit’s honour, or loudly toasting Good ol’ Nige down
the pub then you did well to avoid the emergency water cannon action of the
eternal party poopers of Remain.
But it would not be fair to let yesterday’s celebrations recede
into folklore without taking a moment to thank all the people who brought it
about and who are still doing their level best to make sure we don’t backtrack
on the deal. The dedicated souls who have put themselves up for scrutiny with
scarcely a thought for their safety or sanity. The brave soldiers for justice who
openly declared their position in spite of the constant sniping from the opposition;
who stood and continue to stand up for what they genuinely believe, despite the
constant ridicule.
Yes, I’m talking about the bitter remoaners and their selfless
dedication to reminding us just what it was we were really voting against. I’d like
to say it was nothing personal but you know that isn’t true; as far as you lot
are concerned it was highly personal – you made it that way: Telling me I was
too stupid to vote. Saying I had insufficient information to cast a meaningful
ballot. Insisting that to vote to leave, as I did, was unpatriotic, in direct defiance
of the definition of patriotism.
But that wasn’t enough, was it? You wished me harm. You
promised me harm. Daily, you spat threats in the direction of me and my family
and every last person who has spent 40+ years under the yoke of your rabid
devotion to the ‘progressive’ politics of Euroland. All dissent was quashed by the
use of Newspeak, whereby the mildest objection to any imposition was met with
accusations of racism and xenophobia. You claimed the minds of the young and
moulded them to mimic your warped ideology and turned them against their
parents and grandparents.
Not content with impugning our ability to come to sane conclusions
you upped the threat level with your cliff edges and your abysses and your
hyperbolic prophecies of doom. Look you said, look what you’re doing. Stop
hitting yourselves, you bullied. And we stood there and took it all. But with
every last blast of vituperation we hardened our resolve. Despite all that the massed,
indoctrinated armies of the pro-EU camp still lost. So, thanks, remoaners, for
daily reminding us exactly what it was that we voted against. Thanks for that, suckers.
Bye-eee!
If you think we Brexiteers are going to gloat for the rest
of the week then rest assured, your wish is our command. But only that one wish,
mind. Once we’ve got our breath back from laughing so hard we will be back on our
guard, ready to resist as you mount yet more failed campaigns to subvert the process, until the scales fall from the eyes of even those who voted to remain.
Was there any other news yesterday? *thinks* Nope. I can’t think of a single
thing as broad as that 17.4 million-man grin. As for that cliff edge – look at
all the Remain lemmings hurtling towards it.
