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I'm taking advantage of the calm I feel right now to post again about Britain.
It has been a very rough few days. I expect I don't need to tell you that the ramifications of leaving the EU are catastrophic. Our politicians, who are not as stupid as they seem, are all afraid to actually start packing their bags, as it were, but also afraid to tell 52% (supposedly) of the public 'No'.
I've been pretty downhearted about it, along with so many others. I have no other ancestry apart from English and Welsh so I can't get another passport. 5 million British people have Irish ancestry (hey, these islands aren't that big) and the poor Republic of Ireland is getting overwhelmed by panicked people assessing their chances of emigrating.
I'm not leaving. Whatever happens the country will need people to care for its sick and disabled and this is my calling. Things are bad for the disabled here. They might get worse. I need to stay.
Hopefully of course, the universal understanding among educated people that this is a massive fuck-up (sorry) actually means we'll sort things out. But who knows? We're in total instability here.
I hope Americans learn from this. Don't vote for something you don't actually want. Your compatriots will find it very hard to forgive you.
Anyway. I've been reading Les Mis. I took a break from obsessively reading the news (or rather, various commentaries on how to feel) tonight because it's depriving me of sleep and giving me RSI, and ended up writing a fanfic about Marius.
I identify with Marius. I felt like something died when my country voted Brexit. At the point where I am in the book he's very comfortably thinking that he will too. But I know he doesn't die, and neither does France.
And I won't die, and hopefully neither will the United Kingdom.
It has been a very rough few days. I expect I don't need to tell you that the ramifications of leaving the EU are catastrophic. Our politicians, who are not as stupid as they seem, are all afraid to actually start packing their bags, as it were, but also afraid to tell 52% (supposedly) of the public 'No'.
I've been pretty downhearted about it, along with so many others. I have no other ancestry apart from English and Welsh so I can't get another passport. 5 million British people have Irish ancestry (hey, these islands aren't that big) and the poor Republic of Ireland is getting overwhelmed by panicked people assessing their chances of emigrating.
I'm not leaving. Whatever happens the country will need people to care for its sick and disabled and this is my calling. Things are bad for the disabled here. They might get worse. I need to stay.
Hopefully of course, the universal understanding among educated people that this is a massive fuck-up (sorry) actually means we'll sort things out. But who knows? We're in total instability here.
I hope Americans learn from this. Don't vote for something you don't actually want. Your compatriots will find it very hard to forgive you.
Anyway. I've been reading Les Mis. I took a break from obsessively reading the news (or rather, various commentaries on how to feel) tonight because it's depriving me of sleep and giving me RSI, and ended up writing a fanfic about Marius.
I identify with Marius. I felt like something died when my country voted Brexit. At the point where I am in the book he's very comfortably thinking that he will too. But I know he doesn't die, and neither does France.
And I won't die, and hopefully neither will the United Kingdom.