THE Soros-subsidised Remoaner chorus are in full voice again, flooding social media with their performative grief, waving their little EU flags as if mourning a lost empire. These Jehovah’s Witnesses of Rejoin insist that Leave voters like me are now awash with regret.
Are we?
They assert, with patronising certainty, that I would never have voted Leave had I known of Russia’s alleged meddling. As though my cross on the ballot were a pawn in some grand Kremlin stratagem, rather than an act of deliberate conviction.
They maintain I would have remained shackled to Brussels had I recognised the campaign’s pledges were – what is their preferred term? – economical with the truth. Because, naturally, one takes political rhetoric at face value, as one would Holy Writ.
They profess that my decision would have differed had I comprehended the sinister machinations of Facebook’s algorithms – that my principles were not my own, but the synthetic product of data vultures. Cambridge Analytica, we are told, did not merely harvest my views; they implanted them. A charming theory rendering the very notion of free will obsolete, reducing democracy to a pantomime scripted in Palo Alto and edited in Moscow.
They lament that I would have recanted had I anticipated the economic turbulence. As if I, in my naivety, expected global markets to respond to Brexit with the stoical indifference of a British queue.
They wring their hands over my supposed failure to foresee German intransigence. How laughable, in retrospect, to imagine that our Hunnish freunds might set aside history and treat our departure as anything other than an act of national self-sabotage, to be managed with cold Teutonic efficiency.
They weep that I neglected the Irish question – that centuries of tangled history and bloodshed (which started well before the English had anything to do with them) might, just possibly, intrude upon the neat arithmetic of trade agreements.
The truth?
Even armed with these hindsight-laden revelations, I would vote Leave again without hesitation.
Brexit was, and remains, a deliverance. The European Union is a sclerotic, undemocratic leviathan. Liberation from its grasp, however clumsily executed, is worth every ounce of the Remoaners’ (and Labour’s) petulant sabotage.
And yes, I would still have voted Leave knowing the youth would react with such sustained, venomous outrage. I assumed their tantrums would be fleeting – a few weeks of hashtag activism before retreating to their digital incel cloisters. Instead, nearly a decade on, they cling to their grievance like Jacobins awaiting counter-revolution, desperate to nullify a result they dislike.
To the Remoaners and Labour’s rejoin zealots:
Spare us your tiresome whining.
(Then again – do carry on. If your endless lamentations drain Soros’s coffers faster, so much the better).
As for me? Unmoved.
Jog on.
