Just a few more thoughts about the chap on Friday shouting at us, saying we were in his face, spitting at him, we were the aggressors, it was all lies, but the same lies the skateboarder told. Although with us all around him we were in the end, as he shouted ‘shuttup! Get off the streets!’ we were like dogs yapping at a bear. Quite funny really. He blamed us for being still in the EU at all, because that’s the power we have, the stalls are just a front for the most Machiavellian operation, we are like like Barnier-Milne combo of manipulation. He even said the EU was an Illuminati plot. That’s when I laughed and walked off.
There is also talk of the People’s Vote bungling things almost to the point that they are in fact a Labour front and are really so Labour at heart everything they’re doing is Labour, and if Labour ultimately don’t want a 2nd ref then that’s how the People’s Vote will play it, play to lose.
The 2nd ref. As the missus said 2016 was played like a campaign of two sides competing with misinformation, whereas a true referendum would require absolute objective truths to be told and the public allowed to decide on that basis, as they do in Ireland, they’re full on about it and quite right too, and Switzerland. Here however we had the Remain side led by the duplicitous, arrogant Cameron, hot off winning the 2014 Scottish referendum and the 2015 GE, and the Leave lot, who split themselves deliberately to make their lies all the more plausible to appeal to the most people and then blame everyone else – including their own supporters – for believing the lies of ‘others’. Phenomenal duplicity.
As the missus said, what kind of person could support in such good, violent faith people who are proven liars? A party led by someone so dishonest they won’t even publish a manifesto, which their supporters agree is OK because all manifestos are full of lies – so they’re acknowledging their own side are liars and such liars it’s OK for them not even to try. For sure, this time they won’t know what they’re voting for. Will they be so angry and violent about it again? Yes, because they’re all based on emotions and feelings, and you can’t argue with those, and if you do the reaction you get is violent because of it.
We’ve noticed there’s much more of a frisson these last few weeks particularly with the local elections and the European ones, but we always expected the fervour to rise in the run-up to the original Brexit departure date, as the worst elements see it as a release and ‘victory’, as well as the frustration of it all being delayed. Friday it was overwhelmingly a split between indifference and agreement and sometimes thanks, with a minority of grumblers and as said one angry nutter, there’s always one, ‘we wouldn’t be still in if not for you!’, us the traitors, betrayers of democracy, pointing, shoving. But then we went into a bar afterwards and the whole place practically was on our side.
Today I went to the Brexit Party meet in Hougthon le Spring near Sunderland, this place, a shithole of an arena. The carpark was full and I quickly felt claustrophobia, ‘I have to get out of here, I’m trapped’. The cars were all pricey jobs, Audis, Rangerovers, Vauxhall estates, and new, no bangers, no OAP runabouts. For all the bullshit diversity of the Brexit Party slate we’ve got the angry gammon class backing them here, out in force to fill up this arena that’s obviously sans any other bookings, it’s cheap and available for the last-minute nature of the booking, small enough to pack out but. We’re in heavy Leave territory so that’ll be easy.
Wow, the ambience was bad. We’d wondered among ourselves whether to put on a show of Hearts, but all decided why give the bastards any attention. But I woke and with nothing planned went down to do some stickering, thinking the arena would be near a village, the rail station, bus stops, places I could sticker. No, it’s on a business park and if you’re not in a car really you’re not coming. The place was like an warehouse.
Near the entrance to the carpark was the Brexit Party bus, I got a sticker on it, took pics, saw a man coming towards me, zipped back to my car about 50 yards away, and as I drove off the bus and a big black Merc were going to leave too, having come to have a go at me then realised they were in ‘danger’ and it was best to get the vehicles away – of course, the Merc was Nigel’s (BIG 4241 – BIG??). Two Gammons had also passed me on the way into the car park for late tickets, and were denied, brilliantly because in retrospect they may have held up security long enough for me to strike.
While parked up away, I got this really weird sense, realising I was doing the same ‘curtain journalism’ I used to criticise other journalists for doing about North Korea, when they’d let their prejudices and imaginations get ahead of them and they’d essentially hide behind curtains and by that everything beyond was spooky and scarey. But I did it too, and there are too many parallels, the gammons pounding their hooves screeching and whining in rapture at everything they’re told, whatever it is, whoever’s saying it (well Nigel really) but he doesn’t even have to finish his sentences. He could be saying anything. And he is, as we saw on BBCQT. This cabal of plutocrats accusing detractors of disloyalty, betrayal, at war with a fictitious enemy beyond, allied with an authoritarian superpower, a divided country, these plutocrats exhorting the masses to follow them and seek out the enemies within, isolating and impoverishing them all the while, with these delusions of grandeur and global respect for them while nothing could be further from the truth … xenophobia, poverty, utterly class-ridden social structure, and all built around this sick personality cult of the most embittered man with such a chip on his shoulder, such an inferiority complex.
A form of Hell.
You need the overseas budget to help train 3rd world locals to become nurses and come to work in the NHS while the Europeans leave in droves because of the hate they face, that their work experience may be of no value at all, that for all the work they’d done, lives they’ve built, tax they’ve paid without representation, they’re apparently to blame for all the UK’s putrid ills. Whereupon we’ll need the truly desperate to come plug the gaps.
You people – assuming anyone on this page is real and not some Bot – are determined to succor hate and ignore reality literally to the point of killing yourselves for it.
I’d say ‘this is your choice, fine’, but I have to suffer it too? Fuck that. No, fuck that. I cite the Oxford Mail article for my rage here.