Brexit means…

You get to realise that someone you looked up to as a friend for the past 20+ years is a complete and utter dick.

There is someone whom I have considered one of the few people in my life that I could count on as a friend. We met when I was stationed in Portugal, and we shared a love of music, wine, and good, intelligent conversation.

He was always a lefty, but someone who (I thought) could accept that good people can disagree on things – even very important things.

He is the only person in my life that I would (have) spontaneously hop on a plane to be at his 50th birthday party at the behest of his missus, as she knew how much it would mean to him to see me (and vice versa).

We have mainly kept in touch via Facebook over the years.

And the content of his Facebook postings of the past couple of years is one of the (many) reasons I’ve decided to stop using Facebook. He went full anti-Brexit and full Trump Derangement Syndrome. And I didn’t want to come to dislike him.

As it came to pass, my wife – who still uses Facebook – came across some rather…erm…robust conversation regarding Brexit on his timeline. Particularly a bunch of emoting from a Brazilian woman who has lived here for 20 years and works at an NHS hospital.

The Brazilian woman said she would be meeting up with other non-UK nationals and working on ‘resistance’ to Brexit. She was also quite robust in calling all Brexit voters xenophobes and racists and moaning about how she wouldn’t have a say in a ‘People’s Vote’.

My wife asked a couple of pointed questions (summarised):

  1. If you’ve been here for 20 years, why didn’t you get a passport?
  2. What do you mean by ‘resistance’? Do you mean to do violence?

She also pointed out that the optics of foreigners advocating for overturning a democratic decision in a country where they didn’t have citizenship didn’t look so good, and might elicit the sort of ‘racist/xenophobic’ reaction they say they are afraid of.

Rather than get a direct answer to either of those two questions above, she was subject to a lot of vitriol and impugning of her motives.

No worries, she defends herself fine enough.

But what has really pissed me off is the way in which one of my best friends in the world joined in on the pile-on by twisting everything my wife wrote in a really manipulative way.

It has confirmed to me that he has gone full retard, and doesn’t even consider the amount of respect she had (via me) for him.

I am really disappointed. Someone I love has drunk the SJW Kool-Aid, and now, I don’t think I have a friend in the world.

The mass hypnosis is well underway. Whatever happens over the coming few years is not going to be pretty.

Think not that I am come to send peace on earth: I came not to send peace, but a sword. For I am come to set a man at variance against his father, and the daughter against her mother, and the daughter in law against her mother in law. And a man’s foes shall be they of his own household. Matthew 10:34-36

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