I'm back from a week at the beach and much has changed.
Lord Nblob wisheds to dicuss the UK's leaving of Europe, and possibly their senses, but I'm not familiar enough with it to write much. It just seems a bit of a monster raving loony decision to me.
Perhaps I shall turn this over to Mr Wrren Ellis, who weekly newsletter, Orbital Operations, was mostly concerned with the madness of Brexit.
Not a great week, eh?
I've spent the last couple of days wondering what the hell I'm going to say here. As most of you know, my country voted to leave the European Union.
Jo Cox, foreign aid worker, anti-slavery activist and MP, was shot in the face, shot twice more and then stabbed multiple times by a man who gave his name in court as "Death to traitors, freedom for Britain." Vote Leave repeatedly flew a plane trailing the slogan banner "Take Control #VoteLeave" over her memorial in London. On the night of Leave's victory, UKIP leader Nigel Farage claimed to have won a war of independence "without a single bullet being fired."
Yes, I'm furious, still.
Ex-commodity broker Farage, inspired to enter politics by Enoch Powell and as cartoonishly-drawn an incipient Fascist leader as could be imagined, is gleefully informing people that Leave promises like 350 million a week put into the National Health Service were bare-faced lies and that he still intends to push for its dismantlement. The EU exit does not block future immigration, and towns like Sunderland that voted Leave experience around a quarter of the average immigration rate per capita. (Sunderland's massive swing for Leave is put down to one of the region's major employers, Nissan, writing to its employees suggesting they may want to consider Remain because something like half their output is sold into the EU.)
Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson (yes, you read that right) is likely to be the next Prime Minister - while Farage claims Brexit as a defeat of the elite by "ordinary. decent people," he has been an instrument in placing a man related to most of the royal families of Europe and educated in Brussels and Eton into power.
The EU is moving to punish us. Technically, the legal instrument to commence our exit from the EU doesn't have to be triggered for some time -- in fact, some legal voices say there's not actually a basis to trigger it at all. But it seems the EU intend to punitively fast-track British exit in order that other member states get a good look at what happens when you fuck up this badly.
Immigration is what makes this country great. Always has been. Free movement is what has allowed millions of British people to live and work in Europe. Kind of nervous about showing my face in Berlin or Paris now, to be honest with you.
Scotland want to negotiate their own stay in the EU, which is unlikely, as then it opens up the possibility of, say, the Basque region or Catalonia deciding they might like their own status with the EU as a precursor to another move for independence from Spain.
I confess to still not being completely rational about all this.
The Labour Party's defense of Remain was, frankly, somewhat half-hearted and somewhat stumbling, and now leader Jeremy Corbyn is dealing with movements to remove him by apparently setting up an auto-da-fe that seems quite likely to burn the current party structure to the ground.
And, hey, Sunday morning, Scottish First Minister Nicola Sturgeon thinks she sees a way to veto the exit. Concerns about rising hate speech. Leave campaign may not have had a post-win plan. Increases in hate speech reported. Rumblings of Corbyn planning to have ex-PM Tony Blair imminently investigated for war crimes, triggering a Blairite coup. Schisms in EU about speed of exit. Everything is happening very fast right now, and some of what I've said above may be about to change, and may already have changed by the time this reaches you.
I would love to have something brilliantly clever to say about all this, or even warmly comforting, but I am feeling neither clever nor comfortable.
Perhaps I may sleep under Glastonbury Tor until Albion needs me again.