In a perfect world, the Leavers would be celebrating their wish come true today, shaking hands and toasting the newfound independence of Great Britain from the money-sucking, overreaching bureaucracy of Brussels. Sure, there'd be some caveats - bad divorces tend to hit one in the pocket - but nothing that this resilient nation couldn't handle.
Remainers might have shed a tear or two before moving on. After all, their opponents had won the referendum fair and square, and democracy is supposed to resolve issues at the ballot box instead of causing riots and civil wars.
Back to reality, Brexit Day has been postponed until at least April 12. Instead of saying goodbyes and see-you-agains to people on the continent, British legislators are franticly voting for a third iteration of the Brexit deal. If approved, it would postpone the departure day by 40 more days, which hopefully would be enough for parting ways with the EU with a semblance of order. Earlier, MPs rejected all alternative options that the government suggested on how to move forward.
It was quite something watching May present that shit cabal-drafted 'deal' to The House, not once, not twice, but thrice and who knows, maybe even fice.
The meaningless whatchamacallits votes suggested that a reasonable amount in The House secretly want a so-called 'no deal Brexit' but dare not speak its name, which is a reminder that NLP while being an effective manipulation strategy on the one hand, can give rise to the potential for huge explosions in the factory due to bullshit gas proliferation.
I don't think it's inevitable that a 'no deal Brexit' will be stopped. Although you can pretty much expect plenty more shenannigans-au-go-go in that regard.
You'll know whatever PTB are getting uber-desperate if May calls a smart-bomb general election.