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Of all the sore-loser descriptions of Brexiteers that have been doing the weary rounds for the past two years among Remainers, it’s hard to know which one least applies to me. On balance, however, I think it would have to be “nostalgic”.

I don’t have a nostalgic bone in my body. In fact, the main reason Brexit appeals so strongly to me is that it’s about shaking off a busted flush of a political mindset that may well have made sense in the shadow of the ruins of Germany, but in the shadow of the ruins of Greece has been well and truly revealed as little more than a freeloaders’ gravy-train heading nowhere fast. If anything, Remainers are the Nostalgics. We Leavers are the Futurists.

Nostalgic? Me? No, it’s Remainers who cling to the past


Julie Burchill
20 January 2019
The Telegraph


It's hard not to believe that the EU appeals to the sexual vanity of leading Remainers Credit: EMMANUEL DUNAND/ AFP


Of all the sore-loser descriptions of Brexiteers that have been doing the weary rounds for the past two years among Remainers, it’s hard to know which one least applies to me. On balance, however, I think it would have to be “nostalgic”.

I don’t have a nostalgic bone in my body. In fact, the main reason Brexit appeals so strongly to me is that it’s about shaking off a busted flush of a political mindset that may well have made sense in the shadow of the ruins of Germany, but in the shadow of the ruins of Greece has been well and truly revealed as little more than a freeloaders’ gravy-train heading nowhere fast. If anything, Remainers are the Nostalgics. We Leavers are the Futurists.

Whether bosses attached to cheap labour or white supremacists attracted to the idea that Europeans should have more of a right to come here than talented people from other continents, the EU is a cesspit of outmoded ideas and ideals.

It’s Dad Dancing gone mad; looking at the chest-beating of some of the foremost Remainers, it’s not hard to believe that the EU appeals to the sexual vanity of such men, reflecting them back at twice their size and reminding them of its glorious dawn when they were young and virile and Interrailing around Europe getting off with foreign girls. The more he clings to his whiffy old Brussels comfort blanket, the more he feels he can stave off mortality; Ken Clarke, Michael Heseltine, Vince Cable – and of course Tony Blair, their shagged-out but still up-for-it king in exile.

One of the reasons Remainers took losing so badly was that they felt insulted not only politically, but personally. Having considered themselves all their lives to be progressive, daring types, they were revealed in one referendum to be a bunch of doom-mongering, curtain-twitching, tut-tutting stick-in-the-muds. And their loss was a licence to engage in some very unmodern behaviour. Despite being impeccably socially liberal types who would always urge their Polish builder to call them Polly, or Gina, or Emma, they can now indulge freely in some splendidly 19th-century snobbishness.

The proportion of what my mum would call “Lady Mucks” in their camp is impressive – all sneering at these horrid little provincial people and reminding the older ones who fought in that silly war against lovely civilised Germany that they’ll be dead soon anyway. Whether longing for the old days when the patricians could tell the plebs how to vote or make them go without their supper, or those tweets reminding us that “this is what happens when you give the world and his dog the vote”, the idea that fewer people should be allowed to vote is the ultimate nostalgia trip, especially considering that all Britons have only been able to vote since 1928.

Such is the shocking level of bitterness directed at those who dared to defy them, I can’t help thinking that a lot of those mourning the European Dream are actually mourning their own dashed dreams – dashed due to their own personal limitations – and projecting this on to a grander scenario.

And there is a grand scenario, of course, and a new order that we need to be part of, though it is not the same one the small-minded scaredy-cats of Remain see. The century ahead of us is not going to belong to the West, no matter how we slice it; the idea that we can compete with China and India by huddling together on our confused little continent, drowning out the increasing clamour of the developing world by playing Ode to Joy while Juncker fiddles, is a pipe dream.

We have to get out there and engage face to face with the post-European world. Brexit was about boldness and imagination, about shaking off boring old chains and striking out bravely into the future. This nation has never suited modest ambitions and there’s no reason why we shouldn’t dream big once more. Bogged down in prevarication, point-scoring and posturing as Brexit is, our Futuristic vision will see us through.

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