Don't worry, Great Britain. I still love you.
I know you're feeling pretty fucked right now. Yes, you made some terrible decisions last night, decisions you'll have to cope with for a long time. But you can get through this. Remember when you let that dude John take charge of you? Yeah, shit was pretty fucked up back then. But what did you do? You pulled yourself together, your assessed your situation, and you then went out and wrote the Magna Carta. And when you didn't get that Magna Carta right the first time, you went back and did it over and over until you got it right. You were persistent--and I don't think you give yourself enough credit for having that kind of character trait. You're not just a winner, Great Britain; you're a survivor even when the chips are down.
So maybe you screwed up your economy for a few years. You still have your wits; you still have your grit; you still have your skills and ingenuity. These will get you through the rough times ahead--and I'm confident that in the long run, you're gonna be okay. But more importantly than all that, you still have me. I will always love you. If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I'll be here for you. And don't forget the words of little Tiny Tim which you yourself taught to me all those years ago... God bless us everyone.
