The UK spoke.
The EU woke.
The Donald blamed it in partl on dra-mama.and in part on the times of people being fed up with remote control.
dra-mama is probably seething in his home brewed (by a paid staff of dozens) beer.
The Frump who was against a parting is now for the parting, good for the people to make a choice.
I wrote a friend in the UK and wished him good luck. He responded by saying the Brits preferred to row their own boat and that he had checked his oars and was now checking his boat would float.
Ah, the quiet English stiff upper lip.
Actually, I think getting out was a good idea and I also remember the bru-haha that occurred in England over eggs when this idea of the EU (by a different name) was going on. The Brits had just come out a long, long war and its after math helping the Yanks in a place called Korea and they were tired.
Which reminds one that at the time empty holes still festered London and other cities where once buildings stood, but the rubble was cleaned up. I asked an English friend if they were going to join the fight for Egypt and he said; “No.”
We’ve had enough war and fighting. We’ve lost a generation.
We dropped that line of talk and drifted in other areas. It did, however, stick with me and as I grew a beard such casual comments in such a tone took on more and more meaning. It took that long, I suppose, to recognize polite answers to impolite questions. Well, perhaps to inexperienced questioners full of themselves that hadn’t experienced a war.
From the reaches,