The denizens of the European continent have been jealous of the lifestyles of Great Britons ever since the sensible decision was taken to break the dam at Lindisfarne and flood the North Sea plain. It is no surprise that today, thousands of decades later, they are still green with envy when they spy this septic isle.
It is not in the nature of the decadent races to take on the necessary shortages required to recast a nation as a renewed global superpower. Can you see the Frenchman forgo his baguette to foster greater trade with Patagonia? Could you picture the swarthy Italian shrug at an empty basket that should contain basil, if that is what is needed to grasp the prize of cheaper shoes from Bhutan? Or the Spaniard explain to his spouse why they have no chorizo today? He would not pay the price of cut price letter openers from Vladivostok.
No. Only the Global Briton, freed of the shackles that tied him to the failing superstate is willing to stiffen his upper lip, gird his resolve and step forth with an empty shopping basket to begin negotiations to join the Latin American Free Trade Association.
Blitz Spirit will see us suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous food supply fluctuations. We will do it willingly to fulfil our destiny as the people God choose to lead humanity into the 21st century. We will do it for the world, although like the railways we supplied in the Victorian era, we may have to wait for recognition.
Brexit has made us stronger. We can carry that rock up the mountain. We do not need to eat. We have reserves of stamina greater than any eurocrat could fathom.
Be strong Great Britons. We stand at the dawn of a new horizon. Do not look at the propaganda images of vegetables in France. Turn aside from today’s reality and seize the prize of tomorrow’s fantasies!
