We've got our England back.
The England where the high streets consist of charity shops, pawnbrokers and betting shops.
The England where the out of town retail outlets continue to buzz.
The England where the pubs, once hubs of the community, close one by one.
The England where J.D. Wetherspoon thrives, where the booze is sold cheap, and the vomit outside mounts.
The England where we've got to start looking after our own.
The England where the poor are good only for Channel 4 and Channel 5 documentaries, where charity begins at home.
The England where politicians will now finally have to listen to concerns about immigration.
The England so intolerant, so spiteful, that it has voted for economic suicide after a mere 10 years of increased migraton from other white European nations.
The England that has finally made its voice heard.
The England that did it not by howling at the outcome of 37 years of neoliberal economics, of the hollowing out of a country that once made things, but by in effect giving a vote of confidence to the most rapacious, disreputable and dishonest of our free market politicians.
The England that once stood alone in defiance, the England that could have sued for peace, but fought on.
The England that has now turned its back on the world.
Yep, you've got your England back.