Day #5 of #Brexit ... nope, still ain't doing acceptance ... not yet ...
I am still so far from acceptance that it will seem that I am condemned to a Sisyphean mental loop, continually rolling by ball of anguish up the Brexit hill. In plain English – one is screwed to relive this nightmare again, again and again.
Pseud moment and rant over. I still have been unable to fathom what has taken place. Somewhere between a matrix’esque dystopian nightmare and something from Noddy in EU Toytown is taking place at national level.
Farage knows how to rabble rouse and in some ways his speech at the EU assembly was the kind of bolshie I like. Yet – he could not help go that one step too far and down scale his output within minutes.
Is this a cynical ploy to kibosh any negotiations as nationally he will not be involved at any level – instead resigned to pissing from the side lines of history. I also wonder if any of his chums have been betting on the outcome. Early reports suggest that even this outcome has caught old Nige a little unawares and he is now galloping to catch up.
Should I concede to the national sentiment – as yet I am undecided. Never having been one to toe the party line – there is too much to dislike coming out of this to be assured that we have made the right decision.
Looking at the social media vox pops, I do know that nobody knows. I can see that five days in everyone is still guessing and providing entertainment for the international media. I suggest you take the time to review the media from some of the other English speaking nations. It isn’t pretty and nor is it particularly complimentary.