That’s what Brexit amounts to, after all.
I say “England,” because Scotland and Northern Ireland both voted overwhelmingly for “Remain.” It was in the English heartlands where “Leave” won by healthy majorities. Wales joined England in “Leave,” but Wales is small and nobody cares about Wales. London also voted “Remain,” but as John Cleese (of Monty Python fame) observed years ago, London is no longer an English city anyway.
For all the hand-wringing over at the good-thinking liberal press outlets (The Atlantic, for example, has churned out a mass of Brexit-fret literature, of which I can only link a few random examples), you’d never think that a bunch of strong-minded Anglo-Saxon citizens would chafe at being politically subjugated to a distant and unresponsive bureaucracy and, one fine summer’s day (proverbially, anyway, as the weather in England on voting day was actually quite foul and rainy), finally decide to break away. No, such a thing is entirely unknown. Never happened anywhere. And if it did happen, the results must have been, without question, an unmitigated disaster for the breakaways.
Some things don’t change. It’s actually quite amusing to compare some of the complaints of July 4, 1776 with those of June 23, 2016:
“He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.”
“He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harrass our people, and eat out their substance.”
“For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.”
It is a sweet thing, in some sense, when history comes full circle.
I wish the citizens of the United Kingdom every success in their new venture. I have every confidence that they will earn it.