Dear The EU,

You suck.

I do not usually have a kind thought in my head for the money-grabbing power-hungry unspeakable monster that you are, but today, whilst thinking about you, I was happy. You are an abomination. You are unelected, unaccountable, and unable to recognise your own sheer incompetence. In everything. At all times.

I am happy because you are finally dying. After dozens of transfusions of our cash, we, the once-wealthier, have realised that all the transfusions in the world will not reanimate your worthless, pox-ridden, stinking body. You don't know it yet but your end is near, and for that, I am spectacularly grateful. It is time for you to lay down and die. It is time for you to be gone from our sight.

When you look at this:

You see unity. You see some Utopian dream of 27 utterly different peoples uniting in a forced love-fest. This unity exists only in your tiny, undeveloped minds. The experiment has failed. The Fourth Reich will not be taking command in the way you imagined it would. You coerced, you threatened, you cajoled, you conned, and you stole. Despite that monumental stupidity, unique to you and all of your brain-dead supporters, the jig is up.

You should understand that when we look at the EU flag, we see this:

Not freedom, just more slavery. More of the same. More of our continued existence as cash-cows for your pet projects. The only thing you do excel at is wasting our money. Trouble is, Herman and Co, we already have a government hell-bent on stealing as much as they can from us. You are a leech upon a leech. Is there a lower life-form on the planet? I seriously doubt it.

NEWSFLASH: We don't want you anymore. We have had quite enough.

You crossed a line. I was giving up, to be honest. I thought the beast that you abuse so, so badly would never wake up. It did. It is angry, and it has focused a bloodshot eye on you. If I were you, I would tremble. I would run and I would hide. I would be terrified to know that millions of people were coming back for the money, for the freedoms, and for the very sovereignty you stole from them.


So you can take your precious flag and do this:

It will save us the trouble of rooting them all out and doing it for you.

Now, how many times have I wronged ye? Let us count the ways:

1. I insulted you. Several times.

2. I criticised you. Several times.

3. I posted altered images of your precious piece of material.

4. I suggested that you die. (The Union, that is. YOU, HvR, can go back to being a nobody).

5. I dared to make the (rational) connection with the EU and Hitlers Dream.

How many of your inane "laws" did I violate there? Enough to ruffle your comb-over? Enough for you to dispatch a snatch squad of EuroPol goons?

Come and get me.

I duly swear an Oath here today that I will resist you until you are dead and buried in an unmarked grave. I will never forgive you for the harm you, Ma Windsor, and countless, spineless, traitorous British MPs did to my nation.

Nor will I ever forget.

Yours,

A Briton.