I am not angry. Anger implies surprise. What I feel, sitting here watching the country I was born in dissolve into a managed, bureaucratic, state-dependent puddle of its former self, is something colder and more clinical than anger. It is disgust dressed in patience. It is the quiet fury of a man who has watched the slow-motion collapse of a once-great …
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A British Citizen's Manifesto for National Salvation
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