" I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll blow your house down"

It's so simple. The objective is to leave the EU. The Tory Party want to leave, 52 per cent of the country wanted to leave. So what's the problem?

The EU - that's the problem: the Remoaners they're the problem, Parliament is the problem, the Civil Service is the problem. Teresa May was the problem. So what's the problem?

We are in a completely new landscape. No more are we in a bucolic, pastoral scene where Brexiteers and Remainers frolic together to the sound of Handel and water gently splashing. Now, it's harsh, it's  rugged and no place for the faint hearted.  From his fastness in the Austrian Tyrol or his summer retreat on Mount Olympus our Wunderkind is gathering his might. We know where we stand - there is no longer any ambiguity. He will broach no opposition.

This genius with one majestic stroke cuts the Gordian Knot and we are free. As millions rise up to acclaim the new Pericles, this Alexander reborn, we can almost smell the sweetness of freedom. Our destiny unjustly postponed, our place in the world rudely usurped. Now we can, with an adamantine will conquer all. 

We shall not glow in the reflection of our glorious past but herald a new, if rather geriatric, "Elizabethan Age". Those satanic mills of yore once again will belch out huge profits, as our industries held back by years of unfair competition and state subsidised European monopolies ride majestically on the stallion of free, unfettered trade. Like Drake we will singe the EU's beard and with our Colonial friends once again control the routes to Eldorado.


Our Alexander will conquer the known world. He will set us free. Our Pericles will face down the infidel across the seas and bring greatness and deserved glory once again to these Sceptred Isles.