Dear England

Just Fucking Die Already

Warning: this is satire. Not for those suffering from Irony Deficiency Syndrome.

I will probably be sorry for this and I might remove it, but I have to get this off my chest…

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Dear England,

Just fucking die already.

Die and put everyone out of our collective misery.

I visited you in 1989 and had a blast. One of the tourist things I did was go on a walking tour of the East End, the traditional destination of immigrants to Britain.

The guide was an Oxbridge dude, can’t remember whether it was Ox or Bridge but it was one of them. He was so proud of the Muslim immigration transforming the East End. He compared them to the Huguenots and the East European Jews.

It made me queasy (and my face did reflect that, read on) but I kept my mouth shut. I was a tourist, a guest. Gotta be polite.

Nor did I predict the disaster that was to unfold.

This morning I read two articles about the situation in Britain.

This (headlines for the lazy, but click on the link):

And this. This was the one that made me blow a gasket.

Admittedly, I was already fuming, after having earlier read this tweet:

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I don’t look for these things, I really don’t. Every so often I try to stay off social media to detox, because a steady stream of this is poison for the soul.

But that doesn’t stop the reality.

Which is that Britain is dying.

Every so often here in the US you read about a whale that has washed up on a shore. Efforts to revive them are usually futile. Yet no one ever has the heart to euthanize kill them. Some time ago one of these cases went on for weeks. At some point I said, “Just die already.”

That’s what I’m saying to Britain:

Just die already.

I’m tired of reading these things. I’m tired of telling myself not to read about them and knowing that they’ll happen anyway. I’m tired of feeling my blood pressure rise when I think of that sneer on that Oxbridge scumbag’s face who saw the look on my face and knew what it meant.

Just die already.

Yours in sadness,

Diana