The Nice Meltdown

This was the week the British bourgeoisie formally misplaced the plot. Boris Johnson’s choice to prorogue parliament – shaving off just a few days of time MPs have been relying on to thwart Brexit – has excited elite Remainers’ feverish imaginations like by no means earlier than. They’ve in contrast it to the Reichstag Hearth and themselves to the French Resistance. They’ve wept and hollered and protested – puntastic placard in a single hand and designer canine within the different.

This isn’t about Johnson’s cynical – although hardly dictatorial – prorogation. That is about Brexit. What horrifies these folks just isn’t Johnson’s trimming of the parliamentary timetable, however the temerity of the 17.4million to demand extra democracy, and the prospect that they may simply get it. The cognitive dissonance is completely summed up within the Remainers’ new favorite slogan – ‘Save Democracy, Cease Brexit’.

However The Nice Meltdown has proven us one thing else, too. That these folks haven’t simply been pushed to rage by Brexit, however to a form of insanity. The Brexit vote was for them not only a defeat, however an abomination. It shouldn’t have occurred. It couldn’t have occurred in any cheap world – wherein Individuals Like Them name the pictures and Individuals Like Us are quietly grateful.

By difficult the elites’ proper to rule, Brexit tugs on the threads of the intellects of our supposedly rational betters. And the unravelling continues. Brexit continues to drive them mad – and so it ought to.

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