Age of Timorous Bureaucrats
22nd January 2026
Look around you. Cast your eye across the sclerotic state of our nation – the rudderless ship of government, the suffocating blanket of nanny-state regulation, the timid hand-wringing in the face of genuine threats, and the sheer, unadulterated dullness of it all. We are governed by managerial technocrats, men and women whose greatest ambition is to navigate a focus group, whose boldest vision extends to a new cycle lane or a tax on meat. They speak in sanitised platitudes, their spines seemingly replaced by polling data. In this landscape of the mediocre, one’s soul aches for a figure of verve, of audacity, of sheer chutzpah. We need, in short, a Sir Francis Drake.
We in the U.S. suffer from the same mealy-minded ruling class, but we actually have Trump, who is as close to a Sir Francis Drake as the modern world is capable of producing.