Let Them Eat Potato Cake

Is there no patriotism in Ulster? Have they forgotten who won the war, to say nothing of who remained neutral? Where, now that Westminster needs them most, are the healthy jingo hatred, the Britishness at all costs, the urge to social division and economic martyrdom? Alas, farmers and industries in Northern Ireland appear to have gone native thanks to decades of Nazi-Soviet occupation by the beasts of Brusso-Strasbourg, and are begging for the status quo to continue, no matter what the consequences for Albion, sovereignty or fish. In the absence of any actual policy other than blithering rah-rah and blaming the ghastly Euro-wogs, the labyrinthine difficulties of switching over to a completely new trade régime in forty-three days are being dealt with by a committee co-chaired by the jabbering homunculus Michael Gove; yet somehow the dour businessmen of Ulster have fallen a little short in their duty to be reassured.