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Chapter 12: Unicorns.
Although I try not to plunge myself once more into deep political musings and end up philosophising, but walking by this statue of a mythical beast forces me to cringe at the abject stupidity of all that is now happening in the UK.
Whilst wandering around the Keep of Loches, we stumbled upon this mythical beast. Yes guys, it is mythical. Despite the dreams of Brexiteers keen to magic something out of the disaster that is now unfolding over and above this bloody virus, unicorns are just as imaginary as the mindless goals that they used to think were possible.
In the same way that the world looks on in bemusement at what has happened in the USA, so the world looks on in bemusement at what the UK is inflicting upon itself. The EU has already more than made up for any losses incurred through Brexit by making trade deals with other countries, while the UK is staring down the barrel of a gun.
Drinking the blood of a unicorn can supposedly heal any illness, so I suggest anyone still thinking that Brexit is a good idea go out and kill one. Maybe it will heal your brain. Unfortunately they are also supposed to live forever, so you may be out of luck.
The only remaining realistic advantage of leaving the EU is the arrival of Unicorns. I mean, seriously guys, now any possible advantage of leaving THE WORLD'S BIGGEST TRADING BLOCK has been totally proven to be without any merit at all. The UK has lost any power that it had on the world stage, it has lost its respect, it has even lost its own parliamentary sovereignty and now the USA (the second largest trading block in the world) has made it more than clear that the UK can submerge itself in the crap of its own making.
WHAT WERE YOU THINKING???
Fish rather than freedom of movement.
‘Sovereignty’ rather than sanity.
Borders rather than cooperation.
Populism rather than prosperity.
Law-breaking rather than truth.
Instead of losing my mind entirely (after all, I still had to get to the UK and back before my passport changed colour), here is something that sums it all up nicely:
The barman draws it & throws it into his face.
“Why did you do that?” Nigel asks.
“'You asked for a pint,” the barman says. “But you didn't say how you wanted it delivered.”
Farage replies: “Okay, I’ll have a pint in a pint glass”
“No. You can't ask again.,” the barman says.
“Why not?” Farage asks.
“Democracy,” the barman replies.
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