MaliA wrote:
I am despondent today over the whole Brexit thing. Despondent as these people are adults, making big decisions based on bollocks they tell each other until it begins to be believed and then the while thing is just a waste of time and money. Bunch of deluded, thick twats, being pleased with themselves for saying the word "turd" and refusing to say if the understand and what a no deal may bring.
I feel ya, bro.
I've tried to be charitable throughout all of this, but it's not got anywhere. I want to be converted, I want to see the evidence and analyses that will change my mind. Nothing has been forthcoming. All I ever hear is either bland demands for faith or a demand to 'respect' an interpretion of a slim margin in favour of an open question three years ago.
I've more or less given up on my MP, although I sometimes think about phoning her office and demanding an audience at a time of my convienance (I can't make her surgeries due to the annoying work thing). Heck, all I've ever tried to grasp is that if she can change her mind, then so should I, yet nothing in our correspondence suggest anything other than a fear of an awkward port and policy gathering at the next Association social. Yet I've been brought up to respect those who take unpopular stands, so her cowardice (for that's all I can see it as), bewilders me. What the hell is the point in being an MP if you're not prepared to put your neck on the line to save the country from deliberate self-harm?
But deeper than that, I'm reaching the point where I don't care about the UK. My support for keeping Scotland in the Union in 2014 was partly practical but also a strange emotional bond that I never really felt I had. Now, frankly, I don't care. I might shed a brief tear if the Scots go there own way, but I'd fully understand if they go. I no longer feel I have any understanding of the people of these Isles, nor any particular desire to work to make things better for everyone.
Ranting again, but feeling strangely cleansed...