I wonder if watching the Brexit debacle would remind Winnie of trench warfare. British politicians are drowning in mud and shit but know that anyone who raises their head will get their ticket punched.

The worst option--a hard Brexit--seems likely, and the best option--a delay of (or even better a retreat from) Brexit--seems impossible. In some circles, disdain for the EU is so toxic that lawmakers are willing to risk massive disruption and uncertainty, including a foolish roll-of-the-dice over the border with Ireland, all so that they can rid their country of all vestiges of cooperation with the continent. It reminds me of Trump's psychotic need to destroy every aspect of Obama's legacy.

Here in the US, at least we still have the luxury of hoping for better days ahead. We'll never be able to fix everything Trump has destroyed, but gawd willing we might yet get a chance to pull the country back from the brink. In the UK, however, only days remain until the remnants of the British Empire will cease to cast a shadow.

But as you say, the hegemony of Churchill's precious pale Anglos has already been relegated to history, and none too soon. As I have no choice but to regard myself among them, I can say that the future will not remember us kindly. For what it's worth, generations of history students will be able to write papers about what it took to survive us.