For those of my generation who grew up, educated and exposed to the greatness of Britain from Chaucer and Shakespeare and the King James Bible, from Magna Carta to their finest hour and, yes, Robin Hood and his band of merry men, the fall of Britain has been sad and as depressing as the loss of a near relative and as grievous as a loss of heritage.
United Kingdom today consists of a prosperous but decadent city state and provinces that are practically speaking competing for ranking among struggling nations of the Third World. Beyond London, Britain is in fact failing nation. Within a London, it is competing with San Francisco.
Like virtually every other Western nation Britain has inflicted its problems on itself through a masochistic admixture of leftist economics and grotesquely misplaced immigration policy. The reaction to the immigration policies and economic decline that afflicts much of Europe is the spawning of Trump like parties in Germany, Austria, Italy and, of course, Britain as well as many others.
It May well be too late for America, despite the prediction of Nigel Farage of a bright American future, but it is much more likely too late for Britain. It is not easy hyperbole to insist that governments of every one of these nations must put their fiscal houses in order or learn to speak Chinese because financial collapse will bring on the collapse of the West and the inevitable ascendancy of China.
