So, England has voted to leave the EU.
Just for shits and giggles, let’s try to imagine the worst (or best, depending on your POV) case scenario of this whole Brexit business and the avalanche of succeeding secessionist news that has steam-rolled the interwebs today.
I live in Texas and there’s new interest in a Texit – and a lot of people in this state would love it if Texas were its own country.
And because I write fiction, please don’t take this as anything other than fiction – a humorous rumination on a ridiculous (yet still frightening) scenario…
So, let’s say it spreads like wildfire. Every country that’s currently part of it, separates from the EU. Then, in like manner, any other other country divided by state borders, splits from its overbearing and ineffective governments. It’s the domino effect – one by one, things topple.
And it keeps going… Russia gobbles up the upstart states it had lost, China and Korea bristle and fighting breaks out. India and Pakistan take the gloves off. Every country in the world suffers due to world-wide economic collapse…
Suddenly the political and economic landscape reverts to a kind of Pre-Industrial Age world outlook, where its every country for itself – only with high tech weapons and spy games. You think the fighting in Syria is bad?
Now, if I am alive during this phase of transition, I won’t be for long. I will most likely die within the first few months of this stampede of hysterics and closing of borders between states – because I won’t lift a weapon to defend myself and someone more desperate or incensed than I will cave my skull in to either steal my car, siphon my gas or simply for thinking I looked at them the wrong way.
So I’ll be free of the madness that follows…
The US Government either collapses or consolidates into it’s own city-state/country and every other new “country” scrambles to gobble up the resources left behind in their now sovereign territory – state military bases, banks and mints, food stores.
The U.S. will no longer be the U.S. – it will transform into a collection of 48 new countries. Or more accurately, a smaller or odd number of countries because stronger states will absorb the weaker ones (as always happens in border skirmishes) and we will have new maps every few weeks or so that – at least for a few years – will be fluid and ever changing until some semblance of stability occurs. It’s the NRA’s wet dream. Everybody arms themselves to fend of those “a-hole Floridians” or them “godless Vermonters”.
Battles and skirmishes breakout on highway borders because trade agreements between 48 ‘countries’ will all be different. Some long haul trucker will need to carry sixty different permits and have his rig up to standard on different codes or face fines and violations. He’ll have to a crew riding shotgun on top to prevent pirates and hijackers from forcing him into a ditch so they can “liberate” his cargo.
48 different countries with laws and regulations that benefit those who are powerful enough or rich enough to enforce them… we slide into a new Dark Age – Stephen King’s Mid-World is made real by rampant xenophobia and the greed of the rich and powerful.
At least that’s what I see in my head…
But wait, you say – it would never get to that state, people aren’t that short-sighted. They’d stop before things got that bad. They’d try to work things out.
But here’s the thing – survival is what drives us. Fear drives us. If you are afraid you aren’t going to survive – what would you be willing to do…? People kill over tennis shoes and insults. When things start to slide and it becomes about survival… ugly things will happen.
Now – of course this silly little nightmare won’t happen. It’s just the dark little rabbit hole I went down, the cynical part of me that thinks that – in the end – we really don’t care about each other. That really, deep down – every single one of us is out for themselves.
It’s pretty clear that the majority of voters in England don’t want any more outsiders in “their” country. Just as its clear that a lot of people in my country don’t want anyone “not of their kind” living here.
They don’t want a melting pot – they want things to stay the same. They don’t want unity – they want division. Unity is the bane of existence it seems – how can anyone be on top if we are all one, if we are all the same?
And that’s how everyone thinks – its has to be us vs. them. This vs. that. That’s how the world works – that’s this reality and its kill or be killed, eat or be eaten.
We won’t ever be as one – because we don’t want to be as one.