Luvvie Remainers like author Ian McEwan want Brexiteers dead – but they all face extinction on June 8
I CAN’T understand these shrill calls for a second EU referendum by the Monster Raving Lib Dem Party. Surely that’s exactly what we are having right now?
The polling stations for the second EU referendum open at 7am on Thursday, June 8. You don’t want Brexit? Here is your final chance to stop it and thwart democracy.
Embittered Remainers need to get out there on the campaign trail for anyone but the Tories. Frankly, they are spoilt for choice. Whatever way they spin it, the Lib Dems, the SNP, Labour and the Greens are all against us leaving the EU.
But Remainers prefer to indulge in wishful thinking.
Ian McEwan, the elderly novelist, predicts that Brexit will not actually happen because those of us who voted for it will die of old age.
“By 2019, the country could be in a receptive mood for a second EU referendum,” McEwan told a rally of drooling, eye-swivelling, pro-Brussels fanatics.
“2.5million over-18s, freshly franchised and mostly Remainers: 1.5million oldsters, mostly Brexiteers, freshly in their graves.”
McEwan, who turns 70 next year, is no spring chicken.
Indeed, if Ian were a chicken, he would be long past his “consume by” date.
So it is gloriously ironic that McEwan expects the “yoof” to rescue his fading European Union fantasy.
And he makes the classic Remainer mistake. There is no attempt to understand the 17.4million British citizens who voted to leave the European Union.
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He just wants us dead.
But if you want to stop it happening, Mr McEwan, the time is now.
The great Brexit debate is ending. Remainers need to knock on doors. Stick leaflets through letterboxes. Get out on the streets. Show us you would be willing to die — or at least graze your knee — for that EU flag.
Don’t just be a whining old git.
But the best advertisements for Brexit were always those who were most vehemently against it.
Bob Geldof with his face twisted with hatred and surrounded by his rich chinless chums on the Thames, sticking two fingers up at Nigel Farage and British fishermen.
Gina Miller stamping her little foot because the wicked world was not going in the direction she wanted.
And all the finger-wagging cheerleaders of Project Fear — Cameron, Obama, Osborne and the IMF’s Christine Lagarde — who attempted to bully the British people into submission, this happy breed who nobody has been able to bully for 1,000 years.
How could anyone not look at these sanctimonious creatures and not do exactly the opposite of what they wanted us to do?
But McEwan takes the chocolate digestive.
He dreams of freshly dug graves for those of us who want nothing more than for our country to be a proud, free nation once more, trading with old friends and new allies alike.
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And it will never happen.
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And now it is the Remainers who are a dying breed.
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A little harsh, Anthony, but I understand where you are coming from.
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A flop at the Becks office
“THOUGHTS are with David at this difficult time,” chortled Piers Morgan as it became clear Beckham’s acting debut in King Arthur: Legend Of The Sword is a box-office calamity.
Guy Ritchie’s clunky film – affectionately dubbed Hamelot – was meant to be the first of a series of six films.
But don’t hold your breath for the sequel after Arthur crashed and burned at the US box office and studio bosses steel themselves for massive multimillion-dollar losses.
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The whole Game Of Thrones-on-steroids direction the studio went with from the get-go just didn’t get anyone psyched to see this.”
But one mystery remains.
When Beckham’s character, Sir Jellied of Eels, confronts young Arthur as he contemplates pulling mythical sword Excalibur from the stone, Becks speaks in a mockney accent so unconvincing his acting coach must have been Dick Van Dyke circa his “Gor blimey, guv’nor!” performance in Mary Poppins.
“’Ands on the ’ilt, stoopid!” squeaks Beckham, above. “Bof ’ands!”
How can someone born in Leytonstone do such a crap Cockney accent?
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I hope that litter warden makes a million.
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“Sexism is not okay,” Emily chided on her Facebook page, reporting that men had asked her “what sexual acts I’m prepared to perform to get votes, what bra size I am, how many votes were needed for me to strip.”
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