How The West Was Lost and Other Joys of Greedy Sociopathy
So Britain is out.
Woo-hoo! Doesn't that feel good?
Well, in fact, for some folks it does. In particular, if you're an unempowered bloke, lacking much personal sense of agency, and you've watched your world get whittled down bit by bit over the last several decades, the sense of doing something, anything - the sheer joy of authoring some real wreckage - is tasty. And all the more so because of its rarity. It's been so long since you got to poke some joker in the eye, who cares who it is or what comes next, eh? Just do it.