The tears and moaningheard coming from Brexut voting Brits as their chickens come home to roost.
Karen cried a sea of Brexitears as her shell fish business collapsed. She couldn't believe it, all she had wanted was a blue passport and now her home was being repossessed.
An individual so deranged in the pursuit of Brexit, that they seemingly lose all capabilities of demonstrating logic and reason. This often co-insides with an inability to form meaningful sentences longer than 3 words e.g. "Brexit means Brexit".
Can be easily identified via a mix of, but not exclusively; a love for Margaret Thatcher, unease around anyone of darker complexion, or excessive consumption of Lager (typically Stella Artois).
"Bloody remoaners. Brexit means Brexit. Where my beer? "
I see the Brexitards have made an appearance then.
Someone who believes in unicorns and fairy dust, and that their own failure in life is due to immigrants, the European Parliament and straight bananas. Brexiteers are the staunch enemy of remoaners who cause them undue stress by asking difficult questions in their selfish search for any facts (or plans) that might make the impending mother of all fuckups "worth it".
Likely to also be a little dim.
Remoaner #1: Have you met Bob? He's 36 and still believes in the Tooth Fairy
Remoaner #2: no great surprise, he is a brexiteer after all