Fighting Real Anger

My cousin and his wife faced a little brexity-bigot type stuff recently on the bus. They were talking Spanish, and every time they did, a man sitting in front of them turned round and made nasty faces at them. There has been a little of this 'in our country speak English' shit doing the rounds, and this sounds like a very mild case of it, but I wish I had been there to sort him out. This is little England, and I am utterly disgusted with the place. And yes, I blame anyone who voted Brexit, because don't tell me they didn't damn well know this stuff was behind it.

I wish we could leave. There might be an opportunity in the near to medium future, we shall see. On the one hand I have a lot to work on with my English Eerie ideas, on the other I am sick of living in a place where I am facing daily triggered memories of racism I faced as a child. And I don't mean shrink into a corner crying triggered, I mean smacking the silly chops off these fools triggered.