It’s a well-known fact, unless you live on Mars or lack comprehension, that I don’t adore the Jubilee regime. The ruling party’s stalwarts have choice epithets for me. On occasion, I’ve paid them in the same coin. I admit I am an unabashed critic of Jubilee’s numero uno — Uhuru Muigai Kenyatta. It’s nothing personal. We simply have a difference of opinion and divergent, or competing, political philosophies. I would like to think that’s a hallmark of democracy, and a good thing for Kenya. But today, I write to agree — sort of — with Mr Kenyatta. He recently kicked the British in the teeth, and I loved it. No — in case you are wondering. I am not a sociopath.
Allow me first to dispense with some historical minutiae. The British — those of the Empire — regard themselves as a race apart. Although the sun long set on their dominion, their offspring — the United States — bestrides the globe like a colossus. English, their language, is now the international mother tongue. Two of their universities — Cambridge and Oxford — are among the top ten in the world. I know they’ve fallen on hard times recently, but they still exert “mental slavery” on free peoples everywhere.