Like the embittered child of divorcing parents, it is with a sort of helpless anger that I watch the UK stumble blindly towards the cliff edge of Brexit.
No-one knows how high the cliff is, but I am fairly certain that everyone now realizes it to be a cliff, rather than a mere step into pastures new.
UK Prime Minister Theresa May’s expectations seem to be high, but I suspect her Thatcher-esque veneer masks the terrible knowledge of the irreversible damage she has unleashed at the supposed "will of the people."
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