If you’ve listened to my shows on Life, Liberty And The Pursuit Of Pleasure, you’ll know I’m not a big fan of Britain’s outgoing Prime Minister, Theresa May.

It’s nothing personal – I’m just not a fan of her politics. Having said that, I’m even less of a fan of the vultures that have been circling her for months and months during the BREXIT fiasco.

Some time ago, I spoke about that old ‘devil we know’ adage – whatever we think of Theresa May, it’s too easy to leap on to the ‘Let’s Bash A Tory’ bandwagon without considering the right-leaning toffs waiting in the wings.

Honestly, if I had to choose, I’d much rather deal with Mrs May than Floppy Johnson and Toffy Rees-Mogg (he might look like a grown-up Harry Potter, but I’m pretty sure he’s more Slytherin than Gryffindor)!

I have similar feelings about Trump and Pence but hey, I’m not in the US, so I’m keeping schtum beyond that!

Back to this ridiculous situation about the EU…

I voted remain. I’m still firmly in the remain camp. I have some very real concerns about equality laws for starters, and that’s not to mention the fact that we are, in fact, a tiny island, dining out on past triumphs and watching the world through our rose-tinted bubble. It’s my belief that we’re much stronger as part of the EU. United we stand and all that.

Are my beliefs fear-based? Partly, yeah.

I see too many frighteningly right-wing (or outdated, depending on your preference) views bubbling up beneath the surface.

I see materialism (or should that be imperialism) overtaking environmental concerns. I hear jingoistic rhetoric being banded about with no real basis. I see racism, homophobia (yes, it IS still homophobia, even if you blame your religion for your discrimination), xenophobia, and I feel the stirrings of something wicked lying just out of sight, dismissed so easily at the call of ‘snowflake’ or ‘harmless banter’.

Sometimes I wonder how many atrocities went ahead unchecked because good men stood by and did nothing when those tiny acorns of hatred and division were first planted; it’s easy to cast a blind eye when something seems innocuous, or a bit of harmless fun, or locker room talk, and it becomes really difficult to control as it grows, when we’ve neglected to build acceptability benchmarks at the outset.

It’s easy to think we can control monsters when they’re tiny enough to stamp on, so let them get away with their mischief; it’s nigh on impossible to stop them when they grow to full size. Unless, of course, you have a big red button and some special access codes up your sleeve. Let’s not go there.

Am I being over the top? Do I need to pipe down and stop worrying? Should I roll up my rainbow flag, stick it where the sun don’t shine and stop being a drama queen? We’re safe now, aren’t we? Nothing to march about. Nothing to worry about. Silly, silly, silly snowflake.

If, in this day and age, we have nothing to worry about where equal rights are concerned, let me just give you one word to chew on: Chechnya.

There’s no such thing as global warming either. The earth is flat. We don’t need trees for oxygen – let’s just cut them all down and build more megaplexes for our richest corporations.

Aaaand breathe, Taz. Go sip on a chamomile tea or something. Silly, silly girl with your silly, silly liberal views.

Which brings me back to Theresa May and that poison chalice she was so eager to pick up in her race to become our second female PM.

Theresa’s always been a remainer too. She took the poison chalice from David Cameron, who was clever enough to get rid of it as quickly as he could after plunging the country into chaos with the whole BREXIT scenario in the first place. It was like some twisted relay race with no real winners – certainly not the population of the UK.

Ambitious Theresa claimed her iron throne, only to find that it wasn’t actually that comfortable. She had a huge, future-rocking decision – one she fundamentally disagreed with – to deliver for a country who voted based on a pack of lies. Even then, it was almost 50/50 – 51.89% to leave, 48.11% to remain, based on those who could be bothered to exercise their democratic right to vote.

We know the campaign was filled with all kinds of manipulation and hoodwinkery – the giant bus declaring a huge porker about cash that might be ploughed into our beleaguered National Health Service, for starters. I’m sure there must have been some less than pure activity on behalf of the remain campaign as well.

Call me naïve, but in any other scenario, the level of cheating going on would have led to the game being declared null and void. It would result in a rematch, surely? Oh no, not here… mention a people’s vote and out come the snowflake slurs again. Remoaners. We’ll only be happy until we re-toss the coin as many times as we need to in order to get the outcome we want.

Honestly? For me, that’s nonsense. Give society a fairer vote, based on more accurate information, and I’ll shut up and take the outcome. If it’s still leave, I’d get right behind campaigning for that to happen, regardless of my own beliefs.

A bit like Theresa did, really.

However much I dislike her politics, I can’t help but feel for her. I can’t help but feel she’s been stitched up like a giant, blue kipper, right from the outset.

Meanwhile, BoJo is smiling and Nigel Farage is charging ahead with his BREXIT Party agenda and a mindset that seems to have been in pickling vinegar since the Victorian era.

Though Nige has neglected to come up with any real manifesto for his new party, in the past he’s made comments about women being worth less than men, in relation to equal pay, said breastfeeding women should sit in a corner and spoken out against increased maternity pay.

Other members of the BREXIT Party haven’t been filling me with hope either.

One of his most prominent candidates, Ann Widdecombe (you might have seen her being terribly professional and political, stomping across the floor on Strictly Come Dancing – the UK’s version of Dancing With The Stars) is anti-equal marriage and was once quoted as saying “Homosexual acts are wrongful.”

And then there’s James Bartholomew, who’s quoted as writing: “The people are generally stupid and wrong.”

BREXIT. I can’t imagine what I’m worried about.

Under his eye.

Until next time,