So the leitmotif of most Brexopaths when explaining their loathing of the

[Sir C]

I just looked up ambivalent it it definitely doesn't say anything about "blubbing long and loud like a feckin' whipped girl when something you want to happen doesn't happen".

You're living in a fantasy world, h. A land where there are no smelly jobbies to be tugged free and where people have imaginary responses to suit your strange preconceptions.