GOOD morning, and welcome to the worst of all possible worlds: we are in a sinking ship and even our rats are refusing to leave. Instead, they have taken over the ship. We are going down without the help of any iceberg. Our own crew have holed the vessel below the waterline.
Lord Frost has resigned, and who can blame him? What is the point of doing a good job for the firm when the board of directors won’t allow you to finish it because they are working for our competitors? David Frost had the beating of both the satanic EU bureaucrats and the perfidious French. At the very moment of triumph, he was ordered to change course and turn his guns on our own fleet.
This is not about fish and taking sausages across the Irish Sea. This is about the abdication of our national sovereignty: in effect the authority of Her Majesty subjected to the caprice of a foreign power.
Through these last few months, as the stink from the cesspit of our national politics grew more rank by the day, the one thing that provided some small comfort me was the sight of Lord Frost irritating the EU commissars and tormenting our traitorous remainer establishment. His going is not a single political episode: it is symbolic of our whole national catastrophe. The captain of the firing squad has strolled across and shot the bullet into the head of the corpse. From where I was standing, I couldn’t tell if this was Emmanuel Macron or Ursula von der Leyen. It doesn’t matter. Now are our mighty fallen and our weapons of war perished!
Since the referendum we have not been free, and I wonder if it is even possible to be half-free? At least, from the day when we said good riddance to the treacherous Theresa May, we had the time and space to seize a half-chance. We could have consolidated the small freedoms we had gained. We had a wonderful opportunity to build new international alliances and to make our fortune in the wider world.
We fluffed it.
We had the chance to free ourselves from the costive political model which was begotten in Paris in 1789.
We fluffed it.
We might have withdrawn our nation from the corrupt legal and jurisprudential system which since the first teachery of Edward Heath has made us a client state.
We fluffed it.
We could have recovered our authority to decide who comes into our country and who does not.
We fluffed it.
We could have rejected the universal heresy of net zero which, give it a little time, will first impoverish us and then threaten to freeze and starve us to death.
We fluffed it.
And we fluffed our sacred vocation to freedom so that we are left only with the fluff. Sinking, where can we turn but to the Captain and Saviour of our souls?
Brethren, pray:
‘O Almighty God, King of all kings, and Governor of all things, whose power no creature is able to resist, to whom it belongeth justly to punish sinners, and to be merciful to them that truly repent: Save and deliver us, we humbly beseech thee, from the hands of our enemies abroad and most abominably at home; abate their pride, asswage their malice, and confound their devices; that we, being armed with thy defence, may be preserved evermore from all perils, to glorify thee, who art the only giver of all victory; through the merits of thy only Son, Jesus Christ our Lord. Amen.’
