Blame It On Brexit?
I felt it in the air. Something had happened whilst I was asleep. I woke up and it was eerie. It’s as though the rain of the previous night had sewn seeds of despair that had sprouted from the ground in a matter of hours. The optimistic analysts and hipster kids who once had a anything was possible outlooks, had switched places with the pessimists who rather than usual scepticism and predetermined finger pointing at a common perceived enemy were suddenly jubilant. Will the 24th be known as the day [not so] Great Britain became even more estranged from their European lover and reclaim its place as one of the great and wealthiest superpowers it once was or would Independence Day (as Fromage Farage dubbed it] be the start of Britain’s curtain call when all nations and their own citizens will began to realise that we’re not quite the same super power we once were as we no longer have the military and naval might to invade foreign lands to enslave and extort folks who fight with spears.
Brexit can go one of two ways:
1. Crash and burn in the hell fire of uncertainty.
2. Rise like the Phoenix from the ashes of a failed League of European Nations.
Britain weren’t exactly all the way in, they were pretty much on the outskirts like the estranged elder sibling from a previous marriage who’s about 10 years older than you and can have a conversation with the adults. This sibling doesn’t really live in the same house but dips in and out to grab some pocket money, put their feet up, control the remote and influence the mood at family functions.
At first I was pretty distraught but thinking about it on a deeper level, I can’t help but feel excited. I can’t pin point why, I guess it’s going to be one of those moments that will be in the history books and I got to experience it as an adult whose wrote made a difference (well not quite as I voted to remain). The reason I voted Bremain was because the folks that were telling me to leave didn’t appeal to me. These were people that were already wealthy, that didn’t look or sound like me, couldn’t relate to my story nor could make me believe in them to make a change for good -I could only see career politicians who were out seeking a means to stand out in an attempt to gain political notoriety. The Bremain team were young, around my age or slightly older, experts in the field and seemed pretty genuine and accepting of everyone regardless of their race, culture, origin, gender, age, sexual orientation, and their religious and spirituality.
We have now entered an era of uncertainty so all I can suggest to myself is to get my savings in order, retrain and get an enterprise mindset for stability. My take on the campaign was that there was far less facts and more fear, less facts more blame, finger pointing, zero ownership, negative propaganda and scaremongering.
The biggest disappointment was David Cameron’s resignation speech. I wasn’t the biggest fan of David Cameron, I always questioned whether he was built for true political warfare and whether he would do or die to take the country and himself to dizzying heights. Brexit was the campaign where two former classmates had a form of pseudo battle in front of everyone with a former Top Boy making a claim to regain his title over a former subordinate. It’s plain and simple that Charismatic Authority won the Battle of Britain. Let’s look at the Brexit Hit Squad first:
Boris Johnson – former Mayor of London who made everyone laugh, was quite a character and played the jester.
Nigel Farage – leader of UKIP who burst into the scene in recent years who became the voice of the Brexit dream. Not only was he outspoken but he had policies that reflected what the British layman thought but couldn’t express such thoughts so flowery.
The Bremain Campaign had A few people but none who could make such sweeping statements with such conviction or characters that stood out from the crowd and represented some type of movement.
There may be trouble ahead or there may be opportunity in the distance and as much as I hate losing bets when I place them (not in the sense of gambling but supporting football teams, voting etc), this is a remarkable time for political observation. Am I scared for the future generations on the come up, probably not as being inside the EU didn’t necessarily grant me all the opportunities that I was supposed to be entitled to and on the subject of being entitled, no one is, you’ve pretty much got to work hard and create your own route of prosperity by working hard and smart. I’m not sure how this will affect everyone on the ground level just yet but it certainly is a time of change, it certainly is a time to adapt, it certainly is a time where you can’t dwell on what’s happened, you’ve just got to prepare yourself to get on and get over.
Maybe next time we should start thinking about voting in blocks, picking a candidate that truly represents us and ensuring they liaise with us through each step for the better interests of those voting in large groups. There’s too many chancers who break promises made in their propaganda rhetoric but someone who represents a large group of people, who answers solely to that group of people based on some kind of voting system within that block will be the true representation of politics for the people rather than that which represents propaganda and mudslinging.
The display on my phone broke yesterday and a few other things happened which made the day quite eerie so I tried to blame it on Brexit but who knows maybe this Brexit thing won’t be so bad after all (in regards to striving for change, stability and the betterment of self).