I think we’re done with the Cohen tributes for now, though if you haven’t read them please scroll down and take a look. So we’re onto something I’ve been avoiding for the last week or so and it is what I’m calling Trexit. It’s Brexit Plus: Brexit with that secret added ingredient which makes it twenty times more repellent. I don’t need to tell you what it is, but Trexit has seemingly brought all the closet racists, homophobes, misogynists and Islamophobes out of the woodwork and into the limelight where they can crawl around proudly in front of the cameras.
I have decided I want to emigrate now. I used to say no to going to Scotland or Scandinavia, the two places Thing was keen on, because they were too cold. Now I don’t care. What with global warming they’ll be just a nice temperature by the time we get there and we might even have something approaching a winter. Because we sure as hell haven’t got one here. Yes, I know I hate winter but I hate climate change even more – and for a hoax phenomenon it sure is putting on a hell of a show. So let’s go North, somewhere they have a proper political system and don’t stick their noses up Mr T’s arse.
Of course the irony is that since Brexit it’s going to be harder to go and live anywhere else – and we can’t go yet because my father-in-law needs looking after.
Seriously though – I’ve had it.