Now, my Darlin’s, ‘tis like this.
Other year we had a vote, see? ‘Twas like ever’body got to ‘ave a say about how us felt about the immigrants an’ our sovinty an’ that, an’ we all turned out and we told ‘em, no uncertain fashion, like, what us thought we ought to do. Leave that there European Onion thing from the Brussels! Yes! An’ it turns out we didn’t want nothin’ more to do wi’ no onions, and ‘ow we wanted to go out by ourselves. Aye!
Well, turns out we were wrong, see? ‘Cause all these ‘ere thinkin’ people says we should stay in, an’ ‘ow we faces certain ruin if we don’t. An’ we says to ‘em, see, it was a Democratic Decishun, but they say that don’t count, ‘cause apparently they won’t get so much money if us makes ‘em leave, and they won’t be able to live in they there nice London apartments no more, or travel around this ‘ere Eurpoe to get better jobs, and stuff like that. They says we bin lied ter, an’ un-screw-pew-lus people, they led us up the garden path, an’ that. We jus’ voted ‘cause of the immigration, an’that.
So they goin’ to change wha’ we want to what they want, and that’s on’y fair, ‘cause we’m jus’ ord’nary people, ands not great and good like they is – are.
So, seems to me that all these ‘ere clever people, they on’y peddle that there Democracy to us when they want us to see things their way; and if we don’t, then they got to twist it about until we do. Lawyers, and Ac’demics, and that, they knows what’s good for us, don’ they? An’ learned people, they thinks we’re too thick to unnerstand ‘bout Eurpoe.
See, I voted ‘cause I didn’t think that there Onion was goin’ anywhere. I thought that my country is what serves me a livin’ an’ not none of the Brussels. They’m got strange money that they keeps printin’ with no vaalue behind un, they keeps poorer countries strugglin’ for a livin’ an’ it’s not long afore we becomes one of those, if we stays in, like. They’m sittin’ there with smirks of their faces, takin’ our money and givin’ us less back than what they takes; they makes rules we can’t keep up with, and my sheep dip’s more ‘ficient at keepin’ out the nasties than their imm’gration pol’cy. They destroyed our fishin’ ind’stry, they put the cost of livin’ up for all of us an’ they make us tax things we shouldn’t, don’t they? And we can’t take so many people! Now, that’s not racist, nor nothin’, but us as dooty to house and keep the people we already got. It makes sense, see? If my neighbour, he don’t put no fence up, his sheep gets all mixed up wi’ mine an’ they overstocks my land. Seems simple sense to me.
But there. I don’t know nothin’. I’m jus’ the peasant who’s ‘pinions you thinks you can ignore – I’ll jus’ tug my forelock as I passes you by and you can try to forget it’s me who does all the work, who keeps your nicely feathered beds stuffed an’ makes the country run.
Let’s drop the accent now…
So, overturn the will of the people with your contrived arguments and Machiavellian tactics. Buy your politicians and your expensive lawyers to find a case for you to make. But if you do, and you succeed in controverting the will of the people you will finally write the obituary to democracy, and prove the lie you have been trying to disguise for so many years.
And I, at least, will stand against you, tooth and claw. And if you succeed I will never bother to mark a ballot paper again. I wonder if anyone will?