Now that I’ve made this blog private I can let the handbreak off. It will be public again, but you have to did down for posts like this. Fuck it, lets go!

My county is going down the u-bend. When the Brexit vote was announced I had no idea what my country really was. It is filled with racists, xenophobes, bigots, misogynists, and twats. And the the small group of people in charge are playing the population like a fiddle. In Britain – I won’t say Northern Ireland – were the baby boomers were brought up thinking that just by being white British we are inherently better than the rest of the world. You could say that this is British supremacy, but in reality it’s British white supremacy. I think I’m almosr too angry to type. This afternoon, I’ve taken myself in to town for some lunch and a couple of beers – I know I’ve stopped again! – for a change of routine. After all, the thing I like most of all about being away is being outside. It’s great when I’m abroad, because I can’t understand conversations. This is not the case sitting outside in town. Picture the scene, there are six men in there fifties, with real ale, red faces and wrinkles, thinking they’re the dog’s. What they are are loud mouth cunts who’s best days are well behind them, eventhough they probably don’t have many more years on the clock than I have. In fairness, I’m not having a go at them. What I am having a go at is how far down the u-bend our country is. Finding this out is not nice. We’ve been making jokes about the Irish, the French, the Gemans, and the Itallians for years. I appologize, I’ve missed the Belgians. There are people who never stopped fighting WII and forget who the Allies were. What tipped me over the edge this afternoon? “They won’t be laughing when they don’t get thier 39 billion!” For fucks sake, we owe that money. Oh! “And that bird from Bucks Fizz is standing for the Brexit Party. I’d vote for her!” This country is so far gone.

The thing is that we always knew that we had racist parents and grandparents. Their views were old fashioned and we don’t think like that anymore. The problem is that we do. And our great leader Johnson is planning to shut down Parilament for five weeks, just as soon as the summer resess is over. This is a cynical move to avoid any opposition to a crash out Brexit. Enjoy your 39 billion. You won’t see any of it. And by the way, you look like the people who will need care and medication from overseas you cunts.