The country has gone absolutely mad.

But this fits into a larger problem the UK has quietly faced forever; an aggrandised sense of how well we do independence. We lean heavy on regressive governments who make our lives worse, on royals who don't do anything other than occasionally interfere in democracy to hide their personal wealth, and now we have a weird state obsession with forcing the country into a black penguin suit and singing a eulogy half of us don't know the words to in tandem. 

The UK has a sickness, a deep gnawing desperate need to rely on other people and other things to tell us how to feel, how to act, what is appropriate.