Frankly I doubt it. That said, in this regard I feel I have no choice.
I have to doubt such madness. To tell myself this was just a single example, randomly called to her mind, one of a multitude, the balance being much more the kind of real serious issues upon which we like to think rational adults make important democratic decisions. To do otherwise would be to throw in the towel and accept the awful truth. Namely that It Was The Sun Wot Won It.
Them and the Mail, Telegraph, Express, any and every rich man’s propaganda rag that spent the past 30 years hammering the unofficial Leave campaign’s relentless Project Smear. A litany of exaggeration and barefaced lie belched across the front pages of our excuse for a Free Press, death by a thousand groundless cuts.
When it wasn’t straight bananas it was bent cucumbers, or Machiavellian plots to stop plucky Brit crisp manufacturers putting delicious chemicals into our proud prawn cocktail ‘flavour’.
Anyone remember the war on British bangers? An EU initiative to set a minimum meat content for anything peddled as a ‘sausage’, spun up into an attack on our way of life. Get your hands off our rusk, fat and connective tissue laden meat-flavour tubes, Delors!
The irony, of course, is that a significant portion of this unmitigated drivel flowed from the snide mouth of Brexit BS-merchant par excellence Boris Johnson, during his early 90s stint waving a poison pen on behalf of the Daily Telegraph.
All gosh jolly fun of course! As the dangerous overgrown child later recalled, he was “sort of chucking these rocks over the garden wall! And I listened to this amazing crash from the greenhouse next door over in England.”
This knowing vandalism, our now Foreign Secretary added, gave him “a rather weird sense of power”.
So that’s alright then. Meanwhile, it seems this weird power prevailed, if our Question Time lady is to be believed.
The world DID go bananas.