I don’t know about you… but I’m sick to the sphincter of hearing about this Brexit fiasco.
And fiasco it is — it seems like the people who pushed for it, and even the people who fucking voted for it had two fatal flaws in their Cunning Plan:
First… they didn’t expect to win; and
Secondly… they had no fucking idea what to do if they did win.
In fact, some people are so monumentally stupid they’re clamouring to be able to change the way they voted.
Worse: there are those who willingly participated in the democratic process and yet because they didn’t get the result they wanted, they want another go or to have the result ignored or overturned.
Hmm… before I say anything else, let me just say if you choose to vote and then piss and moan and demonstrate against the result when it doesn’t go your way, and seek to overturn it…
… you’re not a democrat at all.
You’re essentially an authoritarian; perhaps even a fascist.
Let that sink in for a moment.
Now, this just highlights why I don’t vote. These dimwits don’t like the choice they’ve had foisted upon them; and this dimwit doesn’t like either choice being foisted upon him. As I’ve said many times before, I refuse to vote because I refuse to be complicit in my own rape. If I’d had to vote (say, with a gun to my head or a pair of garden shears around the old Wedding Tackle, I’d have voted to leave.
Because I hate immigrants (even though I am one).
No, I’d really have voted to leave because I’m in favour of small-to-vanishing government, and a smaller state implies a smaller government. I know it means a shitload of pain and what have you, but that’s life. No one I know enjoys interval training on the rowing machine and high-intensity weight-training, but the results make the pain worth it.
But all that aside, it is what is it and we are where we are.
And what’s the likely upshot?
Well, I reckon it’ll all just… go away.
See, nothing can happen until some brave or foolish soul invokes Article 50, and thereby commits political suicide. Even though I think it would be good for the UK in the long run, it’ll take a decade or two to settle down, and in that time whoever was responsible for the intervening pain and chaos will go down in history as an utter cunt.
But even before that happens, Parliament has to carry a vote on invoking Article 50… and I think it’s highly likely that won’t happen. They’ll take one look at the gigantic clusterfuck leaving the EU entails and will backpedal as fast as an Internet Marketer disclaims your potential profits.
My best guess is there will be a General Election and the winning party will quietly forget the whole thing (because it’ll be fought on Brexit at the constituency level, and I reckon enough people see Brexit as being so awful there will be a landslide in favour of whoever plays the Remain card — and if both parties play that card, then it’s moot).
Two things: I could be entirely wrong about all of this; and no matter what happens, it’s still going to be pretty fucking awful for a while (and no… I’m not going to get into an email discussion with anyone about it).
Lots of uncertainty and doubt for a lot of people, especially those of us running businesses.
But we are where we are, and we just have to ride out the storm as best we can.
Now, I’m not going to do what I’m sure loads of people are now doing in my industry and try to scare you into spending money in a knee-jerk fashion on shit you probably don’t need. A general rule of mine is never to make an important decision when in the grip of a strong emotion — either positive or negative.
And it’s almost certain there will be those out there who’ll try to fuck with your head and promise you salvation but only if you come to there Emergency Circlejerk or something.
Me, I’m gonna to tell you to keep a clear head and don’t make any decisions until you’ve calmed down and can see things clearly.