So it's looking like remain unless the bookies have got it horribly wrong.

[The Jorge]

Seriously, you are despicable.

You slaver lovingly over benighted regimes whose poor ****ing people would kill to be governed by our system and still do nothing but denigrate every aspect of this nation.
And then you dare to tell us what we ought to do and how awful we are.
Seriously, you're a caricature of a pathetic, paper tiger leftist who sucks on the tit of capitalism while still posing in his teenage leftist garb.

It's sad.

Put your money where your mouth is, then: **** off somewhere where the political climate suits you. After all, you're an 'internationalist', aren't you? Go somewhere where the system you affect to despise doesn't pay you enough money to keep you in Jags. Then tell us how much fun you're having being ideologically pure.

I won't hold my breath. You're a poseur and nothing more.

Even more amusing: go to Ireland and wander around telling everyone that you're Irish. That'll be funny. You'll be another pathetic cliché - the Englishman who pretends to be Irish while real Irish people take his money and laugh at him behind his back. And the worst of it is that you're intelligent and self aware enough to know that's what they're doing, but will do it anyway.

You're just a sad bunch of clichés. You desperately want to belong to something, but are too arrogant and elitist ever to admit to belonging to the culture and society you grew up in. So what do you do? Attach yourself to something - anything - else. Irishness, 'Europeaness', 'Communism'(ha!), even ****ing Yorkshire, ffs!

Anything but admit what you are: white, English and middle class.

Sad.

Are you seriously so **** thick you still cant work out where that button is?

You're graceless, pompous, fatuous and facile. Quite frankly your highest achievement is pulling so many abhorrent traits off simultaneously.

There's no pride to be found in your dour orthodoxy yet you take such a massive amount in it. Wearing your factory default settings like a standard going into an imaginary battle and picking fights on the guardian comments page.

And still you talk about cliche, like you arent the very living breathing embodiment of it, midlife crisis and all.

[redgunamo]

Are you seriously so **** thick you still cant work out where that button is?

That's what your mum said