Britannia says what?

As the Labour wolf pack takes down the old, lame beast and when the Lib-Dem vultures have finished picking at the carcass, not much will remain of the Conservative Party. Labour will be in power and the Cons may well be the third party in Westminster, but will anybody really notice? Had the once honourable and patriotic party enacted the entire Communist Manifesto, as espoused by Jeremy Corbyn, would we be in any different situation from where we are right now? I somehow doubt it.

We are, it turns out, crap at science, engineering, innovation, leadership… and even that last gasp of the fantasists, wide-eyed optimism, has become myopic and thick with cataracts. The entire country seems to blunder from one crisis to another; health, education, gender idiocy, infrastructure… we fall foul of some international law or another every time the government tries to do anything at all. Controlling immigration is merely one of the currently highlighted failures befalling the administration.

With near a third of the country’s adults functionally illiterate, innumerate, or often both, where is this vitalising, buoyant, vibrant boost that the pro-immigration lobby insists would be the result of open borders? Our defences could not be more porous were we to build a six-lane bridge to France and declare it a one-way trip to ghettoised paradise. Except, like HS2 the bridge would cost a thousand times what was budgeted and take several lifetimes to be not quite complete.

I’m afraid – and I do mean afraid in the literal sense – that it no longer matters who governs this country, we are already sunk. Up to our eyeballs in debt and an economy that runs on gambling, gaming, fired chicken outlets, Turkish barbers, Albanian car-washes and over-priced coffee. The high streets are dead, the bank branches are closing, the Post Office has pretty much shut up shop and, if the government is to be believed, most of the nation’s repository of skill and knowledge has gone into early retirement.

You may be able to run a kibbutz on youthful ignorance and energy but a modern economy needs deep engineering and science specialists, not hundreds of thousands of leisure and fashion graduates. And while designing a new computer- based game may make a fortune for a geeky few, most of our under-40s are barely capable of doing anything other than downloading a spyware app and selling their souls to the Chinese.

"The creatures outside looked from pig to man, and from man to pig, and from pig to man again; but already it was impossible to say which was which”

So, as far as I can see, it matters not whether Ayatollah Starmer or Comrade Sunak are in charge, our fate is no longer in our own hands. In thrall to the forces of globalism we have sold off everything of value, encouraged our brightest and best to up-sticks and leave, and buried our collective heads in the sand while whispering Rule Britannia and being afraid to wave our own flag. Brexit should have been the opportunity to change our fortunes, but we had no captain equal to the task of steering us to the promised land, and like slaves shackled to the oars we are all going down with this ship.