I've observed, frequently, that for a coterie whose entire raison d'être (we're told) is to Take Back Control, Leavers turn out to be remarkably reluctant to actually step up and DO it
Brexiteers are pigshit thick morons who'd need to take off their shoes to count to 3. They wouldn't recognise their own face if it hit them in the face.
I do feel slightly sorry for leavers. They thought they were playing in an honest game, and now have to watch their country not only not get better, but go down the pan - because of them.
However my sympathy is qualified by the fact that (a) it's not like there weren't warnings, and (b) if you find yourself voting for something UKIP stand for, then you really need to smell the fucking coffee.
Analogies can only go so far, but I'm seeing the UK as an engine which is now slowly, almost imperceptibly, losing oil (not fuel as you'd expect). Which means it'll keep running until it either goes around a corner, or over a bump, and the oil pump suddenly pulls air instead of oil. At which point the incredible precision engineering of the metalled surfaces (big ends, cylinders and valve guides) all go into (literal) meltdown at the same time.
And then, you're fucked.