It’s OK, Love, England’s Over Quota Anyway…

…on whiny, self-absorbed, selfish kidults:

I have missed Britain daily since moving to Australia nine years ago. A physical ache. There has not been one moment that I haven’t been happy, uplifted, to think of myself as British, and, by extension European.

I didn’t want Australian citizenship. I was happy to remain a permanent resident of Australia because I didn’t want another country to belong to. I had a good one. And I wanted to remain – above all else – part of Britain and Europe. It was important to me. It was who I am.

Not so important that you didn’t ditch it for another country when an opportunity came along?

But on Friday, those feelings changed. I realised that although I had loved Britain, I had never really known it.

Right. Of course.

As a child of London and the south-east, I may as well have come from Mars, such was my total inability to fathom the choice of 52% of the population in the EU referendum. I still can’t.

Jeez, could you be any more overdramatic? You aren’t the majority opinion, nestled in your little world of progressive MSM groupthink. The rest of the country doesn’t live like you or think like you.

How could that come as such a surprise?

As well as the wider sense of loss, I have felt more acute heartbreak. A longtime friend of mine, born and raised in Britain, was called “scum” by a taxi driver in London on Monday after she spoke to her children in Greek and Italian during their journey.

I guess Australia still relies on news brought in by steamer and bush telegraph, if somehow these terrible, awful crimes somehow missed you by. I mean, how else to explain your focus on one small (may have never happened) incident as the most terrible, awful thing in existance?

5 comments for “It’s OK, Love, England’s Over Quota Anyway…

  1. Mudplugger
    June 29, 2016 at 10:30 am

    When that particular rat deserted the then sinking ship, it enabled the re-awakened crew to take control, to steer the ship away from the iceberg of inevitability and to sail off into the sunlit horizon of safety, independence and freedom.

    We care little of what happened to that deserting rat, washed up on some remote island somewhere with poisonous creatures that bite your arse in the bog, but we care deeply about our stately ship itself and its dedicated crew.
    God bless her and all who continue to sail in her.

    • June 29, 2016 at 12:35 pm

      I guess Australia still relies on news brought in by steamer and bush telegraph

      Keep it simple for them in Oz.

  2. Hereward Unbowed.
    June 29, 2016 at 9:22 pm

    You know what JuliaM, your heart is in the right place lass and you talk reet good sense – capable, down to earth, a success wherever you’d alight. Britain’s loss is Australia’s gain – no doubt but it breaks my heart, too many good uns have voted with their feet and left these shores, though, I cannot say that I blame you at all.

    • July 3, 2016 at 6:37 am

      I’ve not gone anywhere! 😀

  3. andy
    June 29, 2016 at 10:03 pm

    Fuck you.
    If Britain wasn’t a good enough place to live in and raise your kids then you can get to fuck.
    You no longer get to have a say in how we British who still live in our homeland choose to run our affairs.

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