If you happen to be something of an Anglophile, as I am, then it is difficult to avoid the conclusion that PommieBastardLand has gone into terminal decline at this point. It is impossible to escape the headlines that come out of the Sceptred Isle every day that show how far the nation that once subjugated a full quarter of the entire world’s surface under its dominion, has fallen in the bare 75 years since its empire basically came to an end.

Its courts no longer enforce justice, concerning themselves more with ensuring that the rights of the criminals are upheld, and never mind the rights of the victims or their loved ones. Its Parliament is utterly incapable of delivering on the largest referendum in British history, and more than 75% of Britain’s MPs actually want to continue within the EU when 52% of those who voted wanted to leave. It is no longer a single unified nation at all – which it once was, because the ancient kingdom of Scotland voluntarily decided to become a part of the United Kingdom and agreed to let its king become the King of the entire main island.

Anyone who has ever spent any serious time in London over the past few years – as I have, on several occasions – can tell you that the capital city doesn’t feel English, never mind British, in any way.

I was there earlier this year for a week. I spent quite a bit of time in various restaurants and cafes. During my entire time there, not once was I actually served by anyone recognisably “British”. My AirBnb rental was managed by a (very nice and charming) Hungarian married couple. The grocery store up the street was run by Indians and the manager was a black dude. The Jamaican restaurant close to the Underground station was run by a white chap who had spent a lot of time in the Caribbean, but the waitress who came over was Lithuanian and Russian. The waiter at the Pizza Express where I had dinner one night was Portuguese, and very much a gym rat.

None of these were bad people in any way. With the exception of the Indians, they were all quite polite, charming, and decent.

But they all served as a harbinger for the fact that the nation of Great Britain basically no longer exists in a functional form.

And one of the surest signs that a nation no longer exists, is when it fails to enforce the laws that are actually on its own books – and starts enforcing laws that were never actually codified.

Here is a great example of a situation where the law as written is not enforced at all – but the police insist on enforcing guidelines that are not actual laws as passed by Parliament, or by local councils, or by any elected officials of any kind:

This is how a nation essentially stops being a nation. The point of a nation is to preserve the rights, customs, traditions, and ideals of a group of people who share five very clear common characteristics: blood, faith, language, culture, and history.

When those in charge of enforcing the laws of a nation then stop doing their actual stated job of holding the thin line against chaos, they make a mockery of those very laws.

And when they start simply enforcing whatever laws that they want, without any oversight or balance whatsoever, then they are no longer in the business of enforcing the law. They have abrogated all of their weighty responsibilities in that regard and have chosen instead to make themselves legislators and governors – without the consent of the governed, without any inherited right whatsoever to do so.

When they decide to enforce guidelines, not laws, that are designed to protect the feelings of the mentally ill and deeply degenerate, and do so by trampling over the rights of those who pay them, then that is a societal-level breakdown of trust that will not easily or quickly be put right.

Such is the state of modren Britain. It is a culturally bankrupt, morally broken country. Every single one of its most important institutions and guiding stars has been thoroughly corrupted and converged. Every last one of its most important foundations has come unmoored.

It is truly a great time to be a Briton.

I mean that without irony or sarcasm. I genuinely do believe that there has never been a better time to fight the good fight. There is no reason to believe that this state of affairs will last forever – unless actual Britons do nothing to stand up for themselves and their nation.

Britain, the nation, is still very much alive. All you have to do is go a few miles outside of London to see this. I saw it for myself simply by going to Eton and Windsor, where the spirit and traditions of Ye Olde Englande are still very much in force and quite lively.

Yes, the Church of England is totally cucked out and pathetic. Don’t be an Anglican. Form a church at home with your closest Christian friends, and adhere to the Living Word of God as it is written in the Bible – and never mind what some stuffed frock preaching stupidities such as “tolerance” for gay priests and female pastors has to say on the subject.

Yes, the schools are totally useless. Find ways to educate your children through selective schools or religious schools wherever possible, or apply for the scholarships and grant programs given out by prestigious “public schools” – these would be “prep schools” or “private schools” in Americanese”.

Yes, the government is corrupt, gridlocked, and totally at odds with the British people. Get out of London and go to the smaller towns and cities in the English countryside. There is no good reason to live in London anymore, unless you actually LIKE nosebleed prices, dirty streets, crumbling infrastructure, lousy public transport, overpriced food and drink, extremely high taxes, and lousy weather. (Admittedly, you can’t escape that last part anywhere in Britain.)

And yes, the monarchy has sold its soul, at least outside of Her Majesty the Queen and a few of the more sane and sensible members of the royals. The interesting thing about monarchy is that it inevitably self-corrects; eventually the idiot kings and queens are replaced by a crop of considerably more intelligent, savvy, and erudite folks who actually get things done without making complete jug-eared asses of themselves, ifyaknowhatimeanrite.

If you are British, don’t give up hope. Stand your ground. Fight for your culture. Fight for your homeland. Fight for your rights as a free man or woman. Follow the example of the brave man in that video up top, and make the establishment pay for everything that they take from you.