Ah Poland. Home to some 1.5 million Ukrainian immigrants and refugees fleeing the war. Bless the Poles for coming to their neighbour’s aid. And bless the EU for giving Poland the opportunity to expand and grow their economy. In the name of the father, the son and the holy Donald Tusk. Amen.
Hey, don’t blame me for the polling. Google it. I just referenced its findings. Brexit regret, Brexit fatigue, the belief that they, the voters, were lied to (spoiler: they were). A sad and tawdry tale of embarrassment and resentment. It’s all there. Proper brings a tear to your eye. Admittedly one of laughter, but we all deal with loss in our own way.
And a borderless land. You mean like the UK? A federal territory comprising of four countries with no borders to restrict where you live, love, work and play? But wait, no, there is one Brexit gift, where we as a sovereign country, were obliged to impose a customs border within our own sovereign territory and (wait, there’s more) one country of our glorious, unbreakable union is subject to the economic jurisdiction of a foreign entity. No! Say it isn’t so! Surely no British Government would commit such a treasonous - oh wait. They did.
Still, I guess we could all vote Lib Dem because all ‘Remainers’ share an identical political makeup akin to some alien hive mind like an episode of Pluribus.
And yes, people do try to not talk about Brexit. It’s become a family shame and one, according to the polling, one we would rather forget ever happened. It has been filed away as peculiar British embarrassment it seems.