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06-23-2016, 09:41 AM
By Bryony Gordon
On Thursday I will be voting to remain in the European Union. I k**w that’s **t a very popular opinion round these parts, and that at this stage of the campaign – peak-tin-hat-SHOUTY-SHOUTY-stage – you might reasonably expect me to spend the next 700 or so words banging on about why you, too, should vote Remain.
You might expect me to trot out some lines about Brexiteers being a swashbuckling gang of Baby Boomers, out to steal the futures of their children and their grandchildren. I might s**otily flick in something about Little Englanders, cobbled streets, Hovis ads and a past that never existed. Except I can’t, because having been born in 1980, I was **t part of that past.
I could bang on about racism, xe**phobia, small-mindedness, and the fact that **stalgia was once actually classed as an illness.
But I’m **t going to do any of these things. I’m **t going to do any of these things because if there is one thing I fear more than Brexit, then it is the bleating, bellyaching reaction to it.
While we can**t k**w what we will wake up to on Friday, we can be certain that if it’s a decision to leave the EU, then the caterwauling from the self-declared good people of the Left will start in earnest, and like a bad case of tinnitus, it will **t stop for weeks.
We k**w this because it happened only 13 months ago, when 11 million people had the temerity to think differently from them and vote for a Conservative government (“but only 37 per cent wanted the Conservatives!” they wailed, despite having kept curiously quiet when only 36 per cent of the electorate wanted a Labour government in 2005).
“Who are these c–––s who voted Tory?” asked one of my most “liberal” friends on Facebook. “To the selfish morons who voted for Cameron et al: I hope you are proud of yourselves,” wrote a**ther. “I hope you enjoy your slightly lower taxes, you shameless, shameless human beings.”
As Dick Tuck famously said when he lost out on the chance of a seat in the Californian Senate: “the people have spoken, the bastards!”
My goodness, the Left carped for Queen and country – and I say this as someone who voted Labour. On and on they went, storming through Westminster because of the result of a democratically-held election, campaigning for … what exactly? An electoral system more akin to the types found in, say, Zimbabwe, or **rth Korea?
It was more like watching a room full of toddlers chucking their toys out of a pram than a protest – except the aggressive tone made it far less amusing.
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On Thursday I will be voting to remain in the European Union. I k**w that’s **t a very popular opinion round these parts, and that at this stage of the campaign – peak-tin-hat-SHOUTY-SHOUTY-stage – you might reasonably expect me to spend the next 700 or so words banging on about why you, too, should vote Remain.
You might expect me to trot out some lines about Brexiteers being a swashbuckling gang of Baby Boomers, out to steal the futures of their children and their grandchildren. I might s**otily flick in something about Little Englanders, cobbled streets, Hovis ads and a past that never existed. Except I can’t, because having been born in 1980, I was **t part of that past.
I could bang on about racism, xe**phobia, small-mindedness, and the fact that **stalgia was once actually classed as an illness.
But I’m **t going to do any of these things. I’m **t going to do any of these things because if there is one thing I fear more than Brexit, then it is the bleating, bellyaching reaction to it.
While we can**t k**w what we will wake up to on Friday, we can be certain that if it’s a decision to leave the EU, then the caterwauling from the self-declared good people of the Left will start in earnest, and like a bad case of tinnitus, it will **t stop for weeks.
We k**w this because it happened only 13 months ago, when 11 million people had the temerity to think differently from them and vote for a Conservative government (“but only 37 per cent wanted the Conservatives!” they wailed, despite having kept curiously quiet when only 36 per cent of the electorate wanted a Labour government in 2005).
“Who are these c–––s who voted Tory?” asked one of my most “liberal” friends on Facebook. “To the selfish morons who voted for Cameron et al: I hope you are proud of yourselves,” wrote a**ther. “I hope you enjoy your slightly lower taxes, you shameless, shameless human beings.”
As Dick Tuck famously said when he lost out on the chance of a seat in the Californian Senate: “the people have spoken, the bastards!”
My goodness, the Left carped for Queen and country – and I say this as someone who voted Labour. On and on they went, storming through Westminster because of the result of a democratically-held election, campaigning for … what exactly? An electoral system more akin to the types found in, say, Zimbabwe, or **rth Korea?
It was more like watching a room full of toddlers chucking their toys out of a pram than a protest – except the aggressive tone made it far less amusing.
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