Brexit on the Sands of Time

Tomorrow is the big day in the UK: the General Election. Will Boris Johnson remain Prime Minister, and implement some sort of faux-Brexit? Or will we have to endure a government under the ghastly Jeremy Corbyn?

Our English correspondent Seneca III sends his thoughts on these and other matters.

Brexit on the Sands of Time

by Seneca III

Above all things the Brexit Circus has given us a metaphorical microscope with which to examine the putrid innards of the Palace of Westminster and far beyond. It has exposed in detail the full extent of the devious workings of the establishment and its fellow travellers and their blatant contempt for democracy. It has most of all peeled back layer by layer the darkly flawed construct that is the EU and revealed the motivations, control mechanisms and future intent of those presumptive masters across the ditch.

The EU and, to a lesser extent the USA, thanks to what remains of its once sound constitutional foundations, are both monoliths built with good intent but now drowning in an ideological cesspit created by a political class consumed by an insatiable lust for power.

For as long as these huge, centralised constructs attempt to force one law, one retrogressive culture and one sort of politics on all different demographics trapped within their sphere of influence there will be resistance. Neither will China, in the longer term, be an exception.

In the US and the EU the founding objective of both continental collectives was to take their destinies solely within their own compass, justifiably in the former, case but the complete opposite in the latter. In the Old Dominion it was done openly after years of requesting reasonable and equal treatment (No taxation without representation!) by the Crown, but in the EU, starting after the secretive, early Bilderberg Conferences which culminated in the birth of the apparently benign EEC, it was accomplished surreptitiously by guile, back-room conspiracies, subterfuge, self-interest and lie after lie after lie… a process our own malignant collection of morally destitute and arrogant political classes here in the UK aided and abetted with alacrity.

Yet, on both sides of the pond, the current mindset remains recalcitrant and will not easily take to the threat of an existence bereft of individual freedoms in a vast human hive controlled by the few for the benefit of the few, not the many.

If a process of separation — in fact a complete disentanglement such as a full, clean Brexit, and overall a return to localised democracy — is to eventuate, the hands of the sinecured, entrenched bureaucracy and its international franchisees must be ripped from the levers of power by many more once again sovereign nations (or in the case of the US, States) initiating their own departure. Then, and only then, we will be in with a chance.

If not, any final resolution to this impasse will have to be either one of compliant submission or of spasmodic violent uprisings by those who now understand they have nothing left to lose but their children’s chains. If the former prevails, then we are lost for many generations to come.

The attritional ending of oppressive Empires can be a long time in passing, yet, whilst pass they all do in the end, they remain resting quietly below our perceptual horizon awaiting the arrival of their so similar successors or even a second chance for themselves. Such is the way of men, and only men can alter the time frames and outcomes; the dead control nothing but a memory of the past.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
“My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!”
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

— Ozymandias, by Percy Bysshe Shelley

For links to previous essays by Seneca III, see the Seneca III Archives.

20 thoughts on “Brexit on the Sands of Time

  1. “The illusion of freedom will continue as long as it’s profitable to continue the illusion. At the point where the illusion becomes too expensive to maintain, they will just take down the scenery, they will pull back the curtains, they will move the tables and chairs out of the way and you will see the brick wall at the back of the theater.”

    ― Frank Zappa

        • We are in power. Nobody will deny it. By virtue of that power we shall remain in power…We have no words to waste on you. When you reach out your vaunted strong hands for our palaces and purpled ease, we will show you what strength is. In roar of shell and shrapnel and in whine of machine-guns will our answer be couched. We will grind you revolutionists down under our heel, and we shall walk upon your faces. The world is ours, we are its lords, and ours it shall remain. As for the host of labor, it has been in the dirt since history began, and I read history aright. And in the dirt it shall remain so long as I and mine and those that come after us have the power. There is the word. It is the king of words–Power. Not God, not Mammon, but Power.

        • And just a second after they saw the brick wall they found themselves tumbling; without a creak or a gran the floor had crumbled beneath them.

  2. Ozymandias is one of my favorite poems; Arithmetic on the Frontier, and Flanders Fields also have a similar place in my pantheon.

    A lesson of empire lost upon these globalist fools is that nothing lasts forever. Another is that dissimilar peoples really really do not like living together, and such empires that contain them persist only as long as the prosperity lasts for all. I would say we are well beyond that point in this day and age. Like the broken statue in the desert, the works of the globalists will one day be pulled down, shattered, and forgotten.

    • Dead right, when the free money dries up they will all be running for the Exit back to their lands of persecution and death LOL. All liars. See some of it here in Australia already. They fight and pay to get in then when they realise the tax is high, few high paid jobs and no servants they go back to their low tax, four servants and luxury lifestyles home country. Of course, this is because “The Lucky Country” has died but we haven’t told everyone or the A$ would fall and we would have to pay more for our overseas holidays! So, we keep up the lie but some work it out once they get here. We are supposedly still a wealthy country but everything is so expensive we get to keep very little of what we earn so we are in fact poor living pay check to paycheck
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  3. Instead of caring for others as shepherd do for sheep, they only care for themselves and live off the sheep. What they forget is the sheep are not their property but have been consigned to their care by the same God who created the sheep and them. They are no better nor superior because they were created and then given their place and their charge to care for the sheep. They will be judged as having been derelict in their stewardship and responsibilities.
    You can already see the impending judgment on the horizon. I read yesterday about the goings-on with the FX market and the Fed’s response. Even with only a Bachelor’s degree I can understand what portends as these bankers have taken other person’s deposits and have gone to the casino with their depositor’s monies to bet on FX repos leaving almost nothing in their reserves accounts against the day when their other holdings will be called in for redemption.
    Like Ozymandias’ statue, all that will be left of their grand buildings will be rubble in a desert land.

    • found that exceptional series of articles on ZH as well? brilliant insight – make everyone you know see as you see – that the fix is in.

      • and the Fed this morning threw $500 billion worth of fuel on the fire. Their balance sheet is now more than $4.5 trillion. Gott en Himmel! Lord have mercy on us all for what is coming!

  4. I truly believe the whole bloody rotten house will come down when there is a crystalizing moment of a acts of terrorism so egregious that it finally shocks the conscience of the western world. What will follow is citizens(2 per centers) acting in concert with some military units to enact their bloody revenge. When that happens, these 3rd worlders will finally feel vulnerable and act out forcing more and more of us to our own tribe until our terrible resolve is brought to bear upon those who have vexed us. The day of the Reckoning is almost upon us. Pay heed my European friends and relatives, arm up now for war is almost upon you.

  5. Thank the tribe for the evil in the EU and in the USA. They work to destroy national sovereignty and wipe Western culture off the face of the earth, all to get their One World Government “utopia”. BAMN. And they yearn for the “good old days” of their Messiahs – Lenin and Stalin. As Schiff and Nadler recently demonstrated.

  6. “This, then, is our answer. We have no words to waste on you. When you reach out your vaunted strong hands for our palaces and purpled ease, we will show you what strength is. In roar of shell and shrapnel and in whine of machine-guns will our answer be couched.* We will grind you revolutionists down under our heel, and we shall walk upon your faces. The world is ours, we are its lords, and ours it shall remain. As for the host of labor, it has been in the dirt since history began, and I read history aright. And in the dirt it shall remain so long as I and mine and those that come after us have the power. There is the word. It is the king of words—Power. Not God, not Mammon, but Power. Pour it over your tongue till it tingles with it. Power.”

    Jack London – The Iron Heel

    • And just a second after they saw the brick wall they found themselves tumbling; without a creak or a groan, the floor had crumbled beneath them.

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