You know, I woke up on Friday morning and was very disappointed in the result, but I actually did think for a while, "Hey ho, that's democracy." Then with growing incredulity throughout the subsequent hours and days, I realised that we were really just going to be left swinging at the end of the rope - it seemed there was No Plan
apart from expecting the opposition to make it all happen for them.
I came on MN, remembering that there had been plenty of seemingly articulate and thoughtful Leave voters here, who might have a clue what they wanted to happen. And this is where I started to get a tad annoyed - based on the first crop of threads on Friday, apparently, what Leave voters really want to happen most of all, is for everybody to praise them lavishly
. That's it.
There is a bunch of other stuff too, of course, which I have gradually gleaned from ongoing discussions. "Whaddawewant? To Take Back Control! Plus Some More Abstract Nouns! When do we want them? Oh, no rush, we were always intending to overthrow our European tyrants and seize our golden future... maybe in a few months, or years, or something. And everything is somebody else's fault. And-and-and nothing has happened anyway!"
Another analogy comes to mind: I walk into the living room and find my toddler has taken off her nappy and done a giant poo mural over the walls and furniture and is beaming proudly at me. Because I am her mother, I have to ensure I don't get angry, speak cheerfully and positively, and then clean the poo up although I didn't make the mess. I won't know for years to come whether the poo stains will ever come out of the upholstery. On the bright side, it may turn out that mustard yellow is in fact the perfect colour for my walls.