Being sick-to-death of brexit is no reason roll over, even on the meaningless pages of social media. These days are a bit similar to 1939, so-called phoney-war , before bombs replaced propaganda pamphlets. Lots of chest-beating and sabre-rattling, dire threats and posters of laughing crowds waving union jacks. Civilian morale was high, no casualties , food shortages seen as a bit of novelty. Brexits have a similar outlook today, 'soon be over', 'nowt to fret about, we'll piss this, glory beckons, This is England ffs.'
As churchill should have said 'You'll fight them on the beaches...' Like the brexit high command, he knew he was never going to suffer personally, no matter what, though his wealth, unlike the brexit paymaster's was not set to soar. Going it alone would be a huge challenge for a healthy united country where the wealth is shared evenly, for the polar opposite, the UK, it is quite simply, a self-inflicted catastrophe for the vast majority. Brexit and die, for some individuals, literally, for the country figuratively, as a democratic relevance on the world stage . Amen