The new Prime Minster of PommieBastardLand, Boris Johnson, may well be a bit of a clown – at least on the surface – but there is absolutely no doubt that he has some serious intellectual firepower underneath that floppy mop of silly hair and that big goofy sloppy-looking frame of his. He might look like a cuddly-wuddly teddy bear, but he is actually a consummate politician, a skilled wheeler-dealer, and a highly experienced master of rhetoric and verbal wit.

But he is undoubtedly a bit of a loose cannon and a goofball.

Which makes it all the more interesting, then, that he is now Prime Minister – which was likely inevitable. He was the only reasonable choice after the disaster that was Theresa May, who is likely to go down in history as the absolute WORST Prime Minister in British history – and that takes some doing, given the track records of John Major, Tony Blair, and especially Gordon Brown.

Time will tell whether Prime Minster Johnson will actually deliver on Brexit, as he had promised, with or without a “deal” – because the British people did not vote for a “deal”, they voted to get the hell OUT of the European Union.

But all of that is of secondary interest to me, personally.

What really interests me is the fact that a certain Jacob Rees-Mogg is now the Leader of the House of Commons for the Conservative Party.

That is an astonishing rise to power for an MP for North East Somerset. The man is a literal anachronism – a devout Catholic with a big family who believes that the height of civilisation occurred somewhere during the time of Queen Victoria, and who comes across as the absolutely archetypal stiff-arsed stuffed-shirt upper-class twit.

After all, look at the guidelines that he issued to his new staff concerning grammar, titles, and measures for official documents and memoranda:

Other directions include a call for a double space after full stops and no comma after the word ‘and’.

He also set out a series of banned words and phrases that should not be used by his staff.

They include: very, due to, unacceptable, equal, yourself, lot, got, speculate, meet with, ascertain and disappointment.

Staff should avoid ‘too many ‘Is” in their writing.

And Mr Rees-Mogg has demanded that phrases such as ‘pleased to learn’ and ‘no longer fit for purpose’ are dropped from staff’s vocabulary. 

Asked on his LBC show about the ban on certain words, Mr Rees-Mogg said: ‘These are for my letters.

‘This list was drawn up by my staff.

‘And when you read through a letter you see something that says ‘it was very important’, but, probably not actually, it’s probably just important.

”Unacceptable’ is a dreadful, weasel word. Such an ugly word.

‘It is used when people mean ‘wrong’ but they don’t have the courage to say so.

‘The use of the words is to hide meaning rather than to elucidate meaning, and, therefore you should use words that elucidate meaning.’

Much to the delight of old-school traditionalists (like me), this stiff-arsed Brit approach to the necessities of government is pissing off all of the right people:

ITV News exclusive: @Jacob_Rees_Mogg issues new style guide to his staff demanding male MPs are called Esq, the use of imperial measurements and which words are banned (but not ‘not fit for purpose’), reports @PaulBrandITV https://t.co/0LNgWW9Bxj pic.twitter.com/re6fQmqyz2

— ITV News (@itvnews) 26 July 2019

Make no mistake, it will take a profound shake-up of British politics to Make Britain Great Again. The country is deep into the shit, and under the feckless, hapless, utterly misguided “leadership” of Theresa May – who is the perfect living example that shows us all exactly why it is such a terrible idea to put women in charge of anything outside of a home – it has become less stable, less safe, and far less free.

The nation that gave the world perhaps the happiest geopolitical alignment of all time, the Anglosphere, and which passed onto its children the priceless legacy of a moral and legal philosophy derived from God-given natural rights of free men, has itself given up those very same wonders and innovations.

Its men are weak and fearful and timid, and its women… well, don’t even get me started about them, or else we’ll be here all bloody day.

But there are ways to get out of Britain’s current mess, and they involve embracing the tough ways of tough men from tough times.

The Victorians, especially those from the earliest parts of that era, were indeed such men. They had no qualms about slapping down silliness, they held a deep and profound love of God, Queen, and Country, and they believed that British culture genuinely was best – which is why they exported it all around the world, to barbaric territories filled with howling savages, and turned those places into civilised wonders that are today some of the most powerful and successful countries anywhere on Earth.

(They also failed quite dramatically and repeatedly in the process, most notably in Africa, but that is to be expected.)

Jacob Rees-Mogg appears to be a man with those very same values of fortitude, resilience, strength of character, and no qualms whatsoever about his upper-class background. Good for him – he is exactly what Britain needs if it is to regain its past glories.

As our good friend the Gentleman Adventurer points out – it is well past time to put up or shut up about Brexit. Spineless women and weak-kneed men are not going to do the job. Real men, no matter how much they might resemble floppy-haired teddy bears or stuffed-shirt parliamentarians wearing wigs, who drink pints of Best with mud and leaves and twigs floating on the top, are needed now.

And if, in the process, we get Prime Minister Jacob Rees-Mogg, or even better, Prime Minister Farage, then that is all to the good.