For what it’s worth I’m reluctantly voting Remain.
1) I’m selfish about access to travel in Europe and want to keep that free movement.
2) The status quo is less hassle in the short-term and those voting to leave have been badly under-sold how messy the process will get. Imagine if all the paperwork was given to Southern Rail. Seriously, that bad.
3) And I’m scared of the ugly-as-hell alliance of devout far-right nationalism and cynical centre-right careerism that unhooked itself from truthfulness in cavalier fashion in order to win. Incredibly dangerous. Trumpedy trumpedy trump they go.
These aren’t good reasons: my vote turns out to be selfish, short-termist and taken in fear. Brilliant. And in that way, perhaps irrevocably, creeping into everybody, this shoddy binary option that none of us understand does us all great harm. The normalisation of the lowest common denominator.
The complicated lies of Remain campaigns were more sophisticated and subtle than the rampant lies of Leave campaigns – and not such fuel for xenophobic hatred – but they were lies nonetheless.
A curse on both campaigns. A curse on all who swallowed such unmitigated crap, mugged by the most obvious dodgy dealers in the world. And a curse on me. So it goes.