Not in their minds at least and this outrage over Brexit is an illustrative case in point.
Possibly May can’t go to the people, nevertheless we’ve seen the pretence of the high moral ground the whole time with Remainers/Left/PTB.
It’s their article of faith that a very great wrong is seen as a very great right [given their ultimate Master, for whom wrong is right, black is white and dualism is all] and so they do wrong with fervour.
While we shout, “No [but don’t actually take to the streets], these bstds surely wouldn’t dare,” they most certainly would dare, and in fact count it imperative to do this wrong. They do not see it as wrong – they’re not Dastardly Dans in their eyes, they are Nanny.
And Nanny has had the justification fed to her by her Master. Nanny knows best. Thus any means at all, however oblique, is required to overturn our 52% aberration.
When the country cries out in impotent rage at Democracy Overturned, these pieces of human flotsam doing the Master’s work grin … because they know best.
After all, as Attenborough summed it up – the public are not sophisticated enough to vote, best leave it to Nanny who is clever, wise and all-seeing. The Referendum, of course, was one such aberration, the people were off their oats that day.
And that is the system we need to break, the system of lawlessness, no integrity and the confounding of nations – straight from the Master’s playbook.
“But,” say the legion of insane, smirking clowns [we’ve seen the killer clown motif of late, they love doing that, the Joker did it in Batman], “you are trying to overturn parliamentary sovereignty, you are Bad People, we though are doing this ‘for the people’.”
And they point to our newfound willingness to go outside democracy to reverse their evil, daring us to try it, inviting us with their smirking.
Just as they did before their outrage. Tit-for-tat, both morally indefensible in their eyes, but their indefensibility is For the Cause, innit, ours is just angry infants in a fit of pique.
And the truly evil muvvers in their lounges with their pipes, grin and rub their hands with glee. Jolly good sport this, setting the population against one another. Spread gloom, doom and fear [Project Fear], dash hopes, then grin and thumb the nose at the people, the impotent people.