Nasty old people who voted out.
How many times has this been said over the weekend?
Ageism at its best.
‘They’ve ruined my future.’
Um. I’m in my fifties. I could have ten, twenty, thirty years to live. Don’t I have a future too?
More to the point, I remember the days before the EU. I have a comparator. You, darling children of 43 or younger, do not.
Surprisingly life was OK.
‘I might not be able to work in Europe.’
I asked my partner how many people he knew who had worked in Europe. He rattled off half a dozen names. All tradespeople. I couldn’t think of a single university educated contemporary who has worked in Europe.
Truth is most young graduates do not work in Europe. Well, I did, grapepicking, but that was hardly a major career boost.
Oh and as an au pair. Not my finest moments.
But this isn’t about little paid holidays in Europe.
In 2013 the Red Cross announced they would start distributing food in the UK for the first time since WW2.
Food banks have cropped up all over the UK this century. Why? Just. Why.
People do not have enough money to buy food.
This is the EU of progress.
There were no food banks when I grew up. I didn’t know there were food banks when I left the UK. (There were.)
I was horrified to discover how many now exist in the UK.
Why on earth do people think the older working classes voted to leave Europe?
Because nothing has improved. Nothing. At. All.
Millions of meals handed out in Wales. A third of people earning less than a living wage.
Meanwhile, poor sad Scotland, poor sad Northern Ireland, and poor sad Gibbos are all complaining.
‘But what about us?’
What about you? You voted. That’s it.
I never expected Leave to win. But if Leave had lost, that would have been it. Tomorrow’s another day. What is with this whingeing?
Learn to lose gracefully people.