So much for choosing wisely…

I just finished redacting the “Older but wiser” reference from both my hard and digital copies of Bartlett’s, after something pretending to be democracy, (although that queen thing really muddies that allusion), led seventeen-and-a-half million Brits to choose hate, fear, suspicion, bigotry and isolationism over peace, love, understanding and the desire to strive for unified solutions to Europe’s plethora of pesky problems.  Maybe it’s the ridiculous hair or the crazy eyes or the total disregard for truth, integrity or decency, but Brexit’s most vocal cheerleader, (and possibly its greatest benefactor), Boris Johnson, bares such eerily frightening similarity to Donald Trump’s incomprehensible popularity, that I have renewed fears of our election going very, very badly.

On that dire note, before I pass out from hyperventilating, I’ll be using my chartreuse Hi-Liter on “Hell in a hand basket” and “A stitch in time saves nine”; the first for obvious reasons and the second to remind myself to ask if anybody knows what on Earth that means.