So. The last round of indicative votes have all been rejected. Again. It’s like trying to reason with a kid in a full toddler meltdown. What do you want? I don’t know. Do you want this? No! How about this, then? No! What about this one? NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Guardian flowcharts about what *might* happen are getting more and more like the Who the fuck knows picture I posted a few days ago, with even more what-if lines of batshit craziness.
I care deeply about what’s going to happen, and even I am getting Brexit fatigue.
So, fasten your seatbelt and grab a barf-bag, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.
