The mask has slipped. Behold, the true face of Remain



The mask has slipped. Behold, the true face of Remain

Tantrums. Protests. Legal challenges. Tears. Even death threats. The mask has well and truly come off the Remain campaign. And what lurks beneath is worse than many of us imagined.

The true face of Remain – smug, snarling, uncompromising; like something out of a Hammer Horror film or An Evening with James O’Brien – is enough to make the ordinary person recoil. Any pretence of democracy has fallen apart. These people are interested in one thing and one thing only: getting their own way, by whatever means possible.

“Weep for Britain,” tweeted the light entertainer Stephen Fry. “A sick, cynical brutal and horribly dangerous coup d’état.” It seems especially ironic that Fry’s twitter bio reads, “How can I tell you what I think until I’ve heard what I’m going to say?”. At least he’s honest: he’s only interested in preaching, and the only person whose views he cares about are his own. (Although I’m a bit shocked the former presenter of QI doesn’t know what a “coup” is. After all, he presented series ‘C’.)

It’s a regular theme amongst the Remainer luvvie-class. “You will not f*** with my children’s future,” tweeted Hugh Grant (yes, that’s the one, the comedy actor who responded to a newspaper revealing his penchant for prostitutes by trying to destroy the freedom of the press). “F*** off you over-promoted rubber bath toy. Britain is revolted by you and you[r] little gang of masturbatory prefects.” If he replaced ‘Britain’ with ‘Islington’, maybe he’d have a point.

The children’s author Philip Pullman took it one step further by issuing a tweet that seemed to call for Boris to be lynched. Eventually, he deleted it and offered a sour apology: “Just to make it perfectly clear: I wouldn’t kill the prime minister.”

The comparisons with Nazism were equally profuse – and not just amongst the luvvies, who for the most part don’t know anything – but MPs, who should know better. “OH MY GOODNESS, IT’S JUST LIKE 1930s GERMANY,” they gibbered. Jess Phillips told a cautionary anecdote about her French family who sheltered Jews during the war.

Either these people know they’re being ridiculous, in which case they should be ashamed of themselves, or they believe what they’re saying, in which case they need psychiatric help. I hope, at least, Palace of Westminster staff will be fixing padding to the walls of their offices. As well as removing all sharp objects, and restricting their access to the bars.

Jacob Rees-Mogg, whose home was targeted by a protest organised by local Labour activists and candidates, had the measure of it all. “Confected outrage,” he explained. And he was quite correct. Combined with Corbyn’s endorsement of civil disorder, Remain campaigners seem to be determined to alienate everyone – including each other.

Perhaps the most preposterous intervention came from Kenneth Clarke who seems to genuinely believe that 1) a Corbyn Premiership is better than just getting on and delivering Brexit, and 2) he may somehow, out of all this, emerge as Prime Minister. The lad’s clearly spending too much time in Ronnie Scott’s. (Or perhaps not enough time, as he always seems to be available for media; I’m pretty sure he hasn’t been on TV this much since 1992.)

It’s as if all of them – the entire recalcitrant, febrile, twitching Remainer blob – have only just realised they’ve lost. They lost in 2016. But the vacuum created by the May-bot and the negativity induced by the Hammond-cloud somehow gave them hope. They thought by obstructing, dragging their feet, and delaying and frustrating they could somehow push back the inevitable, and cork the Brexit-genie back in the bottle.

They didn’t count on Boris.

Remain’s dreams have been shattered. It’s all coming – or should that be Cummings? – to an end.

October 31st. Get the drinks in. Remainer tears make the best mixer.

Tim Dawson is a writer and journalist and the Editor of Free Market Conservatives. Follow him on twitter: @tim_r_dawson