The greatest and worst act of subversion, mother country will look after you, we will print money, fight disease en mass we will satisfy every living human who exists, labour, swallow the medicines, Liberal Democrats, too breakfast brexit man wrapped in the arms of Bo and Dom. But it will soon become I’m a politician get me out of here, as the workhouses return and cuts to all manner of services occur, begging corners sweet and sour doppelganger royalty, hanging on people waving at nothing on motivational call, desperate to keep the tattered flag flying as the Smokey chancellor prints money from his hot hands.