Brexiter looks out at Britain still slaving under the yoke of unspeakable tyranny
A BREXITER who hoped this morning would be his first in a free Britain has instead woken up to another day as a serf in a vassal state.
Martin Bishop sat and drank his cup of tea this morning while gazing out at a country which once dreamed of finally standing tall but has been beaten down into a cringing, subservient wreck by its despotic masters.
He said: “This morning, tormented by thoughts of treason, I rose and watched the sun rise over a nation that’s no more than a gigantic gulag for our Marxist masters in Brussels, and I wept.
“I saw children rise and go to football practice, knowing deep down they are just disposable cogs in the EUSSR’s grinding machinery and could be replaced by Bulgarians at any time.
“I saw Ocado delivery vans arrive, not bringing good British groceries grown on allotments like in the war, but soulless, regimented carrots farmed without mercy by cruel Spaniards with whips.
“I saw a country betrayed, ground down, hopeless and broken. Then I put Football Focus on.”