Confused Democracy
What is democracy again? I forget. Or at least I’m having trouble remembering because of all the different interpretations of what it’s apparently about that suddenly seem to be all the vogue.
We all got the German-printed pamphlet we paid nearly £10m of our money to tell us what we were voting for and which way to vote and it was pretty clear. There was no mention of advisory, no one heard of Gina Miller or her very fine tuned sense of what is right and her inability to ‘cross the road’ and ignore any injustice. She had to intervene again and again, ultimately achieving nothing of course. Apparently there had never been anything in the decades previously that had shown up on her fine tuned radar apparently.
Hearing Tim Farron whine on about ‘not knowing the destination’ yet like a spoilt brat on the back seat of your car week after week was positively nausiating. We voted out. We elected our government to give us that choice and then see it through. We can give Timmy his vote. It’ll be a vote to go to the seaside whether or not the sun is shining or turn around the car and go back home, aka a hard Brexit, if he can’t behave and stick to what we agreed.
Brexit has revealed that there some very different ideas of what democracy is. It has revealed that these days people only expect the answer they want to hear and cannot accept anything else. I dread to think the response to the next election if it wasn’t going to be such a walkover.
We all got the German-printed pamphlet we paid nearly £10m of our money to tell us what we were voting for and which way to vote and it was pretty clear. There was no mention of advisory, no one heard of Gina Miller or her very fine tuned sense of what is right and her inability to ‘cross the road’ and ignore any injustice. She had to intervene again and again, ultimately achieving nothing of course. Apparently there had never been anything in the decades previously that had shown up on her fine tuned radar apparently.
Hearing Tim Farron whine on about ‘not knowing the destination’ yet like a spoilt brat on the back seat of your car week after week was positively nausiating. We voted out. We elected our government to give us that choice and then see it through. We can give Timmy his vote. It’ll be a vote to go to the seaside whether or not the sun is shining or turn around the car and go back home, aka a hard Brexit, if he can’t behave and stick to what we agreed.
Brexit has revealed that there some very different ideas of what democracy is. It has revealed that these days people only expect the answer they want to hear and cannot accept anything else. I dread to think the response to the next election if it wasn’t going to be such a walkover.