My ironic take on the anti-Brexit hysteria (we have it in Sweden, too) written in the form of a review of a zombie novel.
A good exposé of the killing spree that followed Brexit. Thousands of
zombies ran amuck the world over, threatening anyone who looked even vaguely
British, unless they had a bottle of Scotch and could pronounce “Loch Lomond”
with an unimpeachable Glasgow accent. The fate of the others is too frightening
to contemplate. Also a lot of evidence that the undead zombies (who clearly
suffer from Brexit-itis) are on the Moscow payroll. Also evidence that Snowden
isn't a Scotsman but a Russian from a colony on the back of the Moon. Necessary reading for everyone who has been harassed.
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