Brexit: a damsel in distress
You know how in American movies there is always a scene where some woman is being chased by a baddie. Miraculously, a shovel appears and she hides around a corner and when the baddie comes along she surprises him and wallops him with the shovel.
The baddie drops to his hands and knees. He is stunned and dazed and he drops his gun on the ground. The baddie is at her mercy.
What happens next? What always happens next in every hollywood movie you have ever seen?
She drops the shoveland runs away screaming.
How unrealistic we all think. In such a situation, the more scared we would be, we would surely hit the baddie again and again and again. Maybe we would pick up his gun, shoot him and take the gun in case we encountered more baddies.
How would anyone, even the dopiest American female, abandon her certain salvation and even her weapons and allow her enemy to recover and resume his chase?
Our credulity is stretched tot he limit when she encounters another baddie and puts all of her faith in him, tells him all of her information, hands him her mobile phone and goes with him to a gruesome end.
But is this not exactly what we did, us naive and trusting Brexiteers?
Being chased for years a referendum appears from nowhere. We win. Our adrersary suffers a defeat which has him on his knees but we dissolve our organisations and allow him to recover. We do not even have the sense to run away screaming but sit down to watch. We put all of our faith in one of the baddie's henchmen and when we find ourselves bound up again we merely complain:
"But this is not fair, we won a referendum".