What the hell are you smoking over there? Youve got to calm down, quit spending your time raging online about brexit, youre gonna make yourself ill.
Noted. I feel better already.
We just need to stop bending over a barrel and ... we'd be coming away with a sweet deal and the upper hand on the commies. The Don wouldnt be taking this kind of spanking, hed be pulling out and the alcoholic would be paying him for the priviledge. On a positive note the more they piss us about with their demands, the closer we get to a brexit we voted for.
Let's play a game. Not the apostrophe game, because that would be demonstrably unfair.
Let's play an analogy game instead, if you're up for it? I'll go first seeing as i'm here...
So, we're sitting on a bus. You and me, side by side, right behind the driver. The driver veers off the intended route and starts barrelling down a dirt track heading towards a high cliff.
The driver tries to settle the nerves of his passengers, informing them that this is actually a magic bus that can fly.
About half of the passengers are not, in any way, reassured by this communique. Half of them appear happy enough though.
The bus continues apace toward the cliff.
The driver keeps saying 'it'll be fine, just trust me', and begins to look quite psychotic as the cliff-edge approaches, and we then notice that this bus has an ejector-seat installed, so that the driver will not suffer the consequences if the 'magic bus' can't actually fly.
The most pragmatic approach at this point would probably be to close one's eyes and hope the bus
can actually fly, yes?