A fish few Brits actually eat looks set to scupper a Brexit no one actually voted for.
Yes – bigly Boris is heading to Brussels to sort out
Johnny foreigner and protect our sovereign right to protect the fishing of herring that, in
fact, is largely shipped to Europe.
It is a fitting end to a lunatic debacle where
xenophobia, bleating about sovereignty (in a period that saw our sovereign
putting a protective ring around her paedo-loving son and the flight of the
Royal family’s only black princess, driven out by hideous and blatant racism)
and flag waving maxed out.
Jingoistic rhetoric – empty stale and hysterically
loud, smashed and drowned out once and for all the already fractured certainties
of our lives. It is just one of the reasons – you know the other one - 2020 has
felt so tenuous; so like a living nightmare.
Even Leavers didn’t vote for this annihilation;
death by dithering, disinterest and delusion. They were told by the screaming,
spasming Brexit harridans that leaving our decades-matured, overwhelmingly
important and stabilising trade relationship with our nearest neighbours would
be easy. The silly flag wavers would get everything (no one was quite sure what
that everything was) for giving nothing. Leavers chose to believe that in
exchange for some thin rhetoric and ever popular foreigner bashing. The reality
is bitching about herring in the dying (excuse the awful dark pun) days of
2020.
Reeling from a year that began with a pandemic
ignored for far too long by Boris Johnson, busy as he was congratulating
himself that Brexit was “done”, I thought this year had no more unnerving surprises. But last week I got another one.
Like many here in Edinburgh I was woken early on Dec
4th with a sonic boom caused by Thundersnow.
https://youtu.be/uUhaw1oECSs
. Maybe it’s the year it’s been or I was tired or we’ve come to expect the
apocalypse at any turn – but I did not hear the weird noise and think – oh – an
unusual weather event. No. I thought jeez – a building is down or a plane has
crashed. I lay still held my breath and waited for sirens. Nothing. Then there
was more and I thought it sounded sort of like thunder but not like any thunder
I’d ever heard. On learning about Thundersnow the following day, I was pleased
to find that my cousin in Canada – where they get a lot more snow than I’ve
ever seen – had not heard of it either.
Not understanding the very loud very eerie noise in
the early hours of the morning was scary. I do not understand and never have –
the loud eerie noises of Brexit either. The thing is Thundersnow turns out to
be natural if rare phenomena. Brexit is also rare, like a two-headed goat born
dead. Unlike Thundersnow, Brexit will not result in a pretty landscape to wake
up to in the morning; it will stink like rotting herring…
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