Sometimes I despair of my countrymen. Since the advent of “Brexit” I’ve felt ashamed to admit I’m British, preferring to say that as I lived in the United States for near-on fifteen years I consider myself American. At least that way I’m only regarded with sympathy, given that the idiot Trump is my president. It’s never questioned whether I voted for him or not. Foreigners never believe any American they meet could ever have voted for him. They must think he likely ascended to the position due to some corrupt practice, or maybe a pact with Beelzebub.
Of course there are those who would say I’m against “Brexit” because I live in France. I raise my hands to it. I’m bloody furious that half the British saw fit to renege on an agreement that’s stood for nearly half a century, just because they’re not prepared to share their country with those from other nations. It’s blatant racism, coupled with what I can only call ‘the old Empire spirit’.
Yes, fellow Brit, if you deign to read this I am accusing you of an arrogant and superior attitude handed down to you from the old codgers who still think Britain’s something more than a tiny island. It’s not – and the truth of ‘Empire’ was nothing more than the subjugation of whole nations, the raping and pillaging of their assets, and a general fucking-up of India, much of Africa, and most of the Middle East. To say nothing of the mass import of opium into China, just so we could get our hands on their tea. It’s not something to be proud of. It’s a blot on Britain’s history we should all be bloody ashamed about.
I just don’t understand why the British aren’t marching on Parliament with pitchforks and torches, given the way they were misled into voting for “Brexit.” Strangely, they’re not. Indeed, they still seem quite happy to accept the lies they’re being told daily, despite those economic experts with their dire predictions.
Now we discover that, not only was Trump elected by the manipulation of personal data and precision targeting of campaign ads, but there’s clear evidence that “Brexit” was only achieved using the exact same process, by Cambridge Analytica in Britain and AggregateIQ in Canada, (with more than a little bit of assistance from Facebook!) both companies owned by the same billionaire, Robert Mercer, who, not content with his billions, obviously fancies himself as some great manipulator of world affairs.
What does it take to get you off your arse, fellow Brit? It’s obvious you were had good and proper. Or, are you too proud to admit it, even to yourself? “They couldn’t possibly have fooled me,” I hear you cry, “I’m British!”
You may be British, but it doesn’t stop you from being a fucking idiot. You’ve been conned. One day you’ll realise it when your nice-little-earner suddenly isn’t there anymore. When you’ve had a heart attack and get a hospital bill for fifty thousand pounds that you can’t pay so they come and take your house away, and you’re out on the street along with all the other idiots who were conned but wouldn’t admit it. And don’t think it could never happen in Britain. It happens in America all the time.
May I make a suggestion? Turn off the footie, get your arse out the settee, put down the lager can and do something about it before it’s too late. There’s a lot like you. Together you can make a difference. Go tell Boris Johnson, Michael Gove, David Davies, Liam Fox, and dear old Maggie May to shove their “Brexit” right up where the sun don’t shine. They’re out to make loads o’ money out of “Brexit”.
Rest assured – you won’t.