Goodbye Europe. I always loved being inside you.
Since Thursday’s vote I’ve been a whirlwind of emotions.
Mainly disbelief and embarrassment.
I didn’t vote for Cameron and can’t say I’m sorry to see him go. But I was able to put my personal feelings aside to vote for something I believed in. A unified Europe.
Unlike some voters, who decided the thinking part was optional and eenie meenie minie moed our way out of a Union I was proud to be a part of.
Democracy has never looked like more of a farce. Especially when you listen to the motivation behind some of those Brexit votes.
Now as someone who knows a few Brexit voters, I can say not everyone is a xenophobe, ignorant about the EU, or the voting process.
Some were the children of immigrants and even so wanted to vote out. Not because they hate foreigners, not because they thought their eggs would be better from British chickens, and not because they expected mass deportations.
Some did it because they saw no future in the EU and genuinely believed the move could be better for the country. And they had their right to exercise that belief through their vote.
Whether you like it or not, that’s what democracy entails.
However the reasons below are a pretty compelling argument for an IQ test before you get a vote:
- You didn’t think your vote would count.
- You got gypped out of five euros last time you went to Disneyland Paris.
- You hate watching the Euro Championship.
- We never fucking get any points in Eurovision.
- You magically want to see the country restored to all white pre- war Britain before you kick the bucket.
- You think we are now going to become like Alcatraz and no one will be able to get in or out.
- You believe thousands of immigrants and migrant workers will be frog marched out of the country and you will be given a pile of cash.
The backlash of videos, memes, tweets and updates have been hilarious. If you don’t laugh you’re bound to cry. More so when some of the dumbest points being made are given so earnestly. Full of confidence. Completely devoid of any doubts.
As one smiling lass put it:
“Britain’s on the map now!”
Yes, my moronic compatriot. That’s what mattered. Visibility.
There has to be a sitcom in all of this.