When No Means No

So it’d appear some people are having a bit of trouble taking democracy in its stride. Well I never thought it’d be easy for whoever lost the argument but I’d also never have guessed that it could be so difficult either. Ever since I tuned in to the media on Saturday morning I’m appalled by the spin they try to put on things. Project Fear, the MSM’s agenda during three relentless months of anti-brexiteering, seamlessly morphed into Project Smear after the despicable murder of an MP. It has now become Project Whine.

Apparently, everybody is divided. Apparently also, this is a division the media do their level best to further in order to create the news they’d like to report. Yesterday, I saw a BBC reporter interviewing two ladies in Banbury. One of them had voted leave (and obviously didn’t regret it – how dare she!) and the other one had voted remain. The latter was out of her mind with self-righteous outrage.

Using her kid like a prop she complained about her son’s future being stolen by small-minded, backward-looking people. The usual gist. The irony that the twin-set she was wearing probably cost more than the other woman is making in a month was utterly beyond her and the interviewer. Now, I’m not complaining about the inequalities of life I’m just saying that I find it somewhat rich to help yourself to all of life’s chances and attack your political opponent as small-minded and backward looking if he or she dares to fight back, or even just to fight his or her corner.

The cognitive dissonance on the remain side has become epic. Stoked up by the MSM this sentiment impedes a large segment of the public from accepting a democratic result without weeping into their smartphones, working themselves up into a state, starting a hissy-fit or throwing their toys out of the pram. This dramatic display of churlish infantilism has lost any pretence of forming part of a political discourse – it has become all about “me, me, me”! And although it disgraces the body politic it is promoted on official, semi-official and social media as the right and proper thing to do under circumstances like these because “that’s what the smart people do, innit?”

Now, there is of course a place for histrionics in politics. Its best moments are purely theatrical, especially when they go wrong. Comedy is alive and kicking in the political sphere, and so is tragedy. There also is a place for mourning in it, for crying your eyes out because you cannot, repeat: cannot, accept what’s just happened. But what’s the point in obsessing over something you can’t change anyway, or of developing compulsive disorders because of your perceived lack of political influence? You’re just not in the majority – that’s all there is to it. Get off your backside, join or start a political party and then one day you might even be a force to reckon with.

Politics is a competition of ideas and it strives on a free exchange of ideas and opinions. All the state has to do is to guarantee that there’s a level playing field for all contestants. But there’s no entitlement for winning – especially if you don’t even try and only complain afterwards because of “that’s not fair!”.

Is it really asking too much for a young person to register as a voter and then track to a polling station if they want to exercise their democratic rights? “Oh, but there are so many old people!” you can hear them whine into their smartphones. Yes, indeed: octogenarians braved hell and high water to take part in a historic vote while generation snowflake trotted out clichéd opinions on social media about how the people that went before them shouldn’t really be entitled to an opinion because they’re a) nasty and b) going to die shortly anyway.

The utter contempt for the value of human life inherent to this pseudo-argument is staggering. It not only disgraces whoever uses it but it also makes for an appalling testament to the people who formed the ideas in their heads: probably an education system that instead of running places for learning runs something more akin to indoctrination centres that churn out little parrots eagerly trotting received opinions masquerading as “critical thought”.

Well it doesn’t seem to work, does it? Let’s suppose for a minute (although we know it’s probably untrue) that all these precious and special people descending in pompous self-righteousness on Parliament Square last Saturday and on Trafalgar Square on Tuesday (and wherever next) to vent their anger about Brexit had indeed made it to their polling stations and cast a valid vote.

Now what? Does this mean their vote counts for more than that of any other person? Are they entitled to special rights because they’re being kept in the comfort they’ve come to expect? Am I supposed to be scared by social justice warriors weaponising their trauma? Should delusions of political grandeur be used as a legitimisation for sick political fantasies? Must results be overturned because it makes “generation me” feel rather uneasy having to explain to their friends on social media that “no, we are not those waycist Little Englanders who pull up the drawbridge and isolate themselves from the rest of the world – we’re model internationalists and democrats”? Thanks a bunch but I don’t intend to suffer fools gladly.

A lot has been written about how awkward this referendum result is for the political establishment. The juste milieu of received public opinion has been trying to fit a square peg into a round whole for too long now. Some are eager to admit it – some may even be a bit too eager to do so (talking to you, Mr Johnson) but still it has become obvious over the last two or three years that something had to give. Anyone who is surprised now is perhaps a little late to the show, could that be?
The British people have achieved something that is nearly impossible: a revolution through the ballot box. This is the beginning of something and not the end. And this fight won’t be over until the UK is 100% out of the EU. I’m saying this as someone who isn’t British because I’m in fact German: The British people ought to be proud of themselves because they have achieved something incredibly difficult against all the odds. They have every reason for happiness despite right-on media pulling sad faces at them in order to make them feel bad, shy and timid but above all easier to rule.

Project Fear’s rhetoric is the preferred method of people who have made it their business to side with oppressed minorities all around the world. Which would be fine if the Left weren’t so damn selective in deciding when No Means No. There is also nothing wrong with helping people in genuine need. It is indeed a moral imperative as long as you’re not doing it to feather your own nest. But some people have very slyly made the others pay for the Left’s place on the moral high ground. They now rule by fear and intimidation and are very eager to put you into your place if you dare stand up for your rights. Especially if you can’t be shied into submission because the facts of the matter are on your side and not on theirs.

Truth, it is said, is sometimes the first casualty of politics – though it needn’t be. By now, the public have come to expect nothing but lies, distortions and half-truths from the official and semi-official media. We have seen lives ruined via Twitter by means of modern day character assassination (another specialty of the Left) because it has indeed become a revolutionary act to speak the truth.

Though I may not know very much about the world we all inhabit I believe it is rightly assumed that people have a natural capacity to tell true from false and right from wrong. This should give some people pause for thought and give everybody hope: in its dying days the entrenched regime will pull many more tricks and most of them will be dirty. Yet their Marie Antoinette moment will come just as surely as day follows night. Because it is, as someone once famously said, impossible to fool all of the people all of the time. And Britain has just proven this truth once more to the world.

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