When you think about it, pretty much ALL history is predictive, really.

So these days I find myself ‘tween-wars, reflecting on my last visit to Connaught Place, which is well worth your time if you’re ever in New Delhi. I believe a while back it was formally re-named in honour of Rajiv Gandhi, but I have never heard any Indian refer to it as anything other than Connaught Place – which you’d think would be funny enough for the chippiest Hindu nationalist: A district named after Queen Victoria’s son, the Duke of Connaught, former Governor General of Canada, to symbolise the enduring power of the British Crown is now the seat of the Indian hegemony H1B-ing the world.

London ordered the building of New Delhi because they calculated it would be easier to control the Indian sub-continent from there than from the former capital of Calcutta. That was the only purpose of the project: to cement British rule. The King-Emperor inaugurated the new seat of the Raj in 1931 – and, within sixteen years, the Raj was gone.

That’s why it’s sobering to walk around Connaught Place today. The greatest architect in all the empire, Sir Edwin Lutyens, was brought over to design the Viceroy’s House and lay out what to this day is known as “Lutyens’ Delhi”. Did he know it was for a mere decade-and-a-half? No. On that timescale, the Viceroy could have made do with a junior suite at the Marriott. If you had suggested to anyone, from Sir Edwin down to the lowliest labourer, that the next decade would bring the end of British rule, they’d have thought you were nuts. And yet it happened. Because very few of us are alert to the moment when history accelerates past the delusional pseudo-permanence of the age. So Lutyens et al did not know they were building a magnificent new capital …for their successors.

That decade-and-a-half clock is now upon us – by which I mean North America, Australia-New Zealand and all Europe west of the Iron Curtain. We are building systems of control – digital ID, Net Zero – for our successors, and by 2040 those successors will be taking the reins of power.

That’s to say, we are in the last fifteen years of anything recognisable as the western world.

Follows, scads of evidence supporting that bleak conclusion—evidence I find nigh impossible to refute, therefore will not even try.

Right about here is where I would ordinarily break out my oft-used “I pray he’s wrong, but fear he’s right” plaint, but this time, I just…I just…dammit, I just can’t, somehow.

Update! I just gotta include this damning bit:

All solutions other than mass expulsion involve far more blood. Years ago on the curvy couch at Fox, I remember shocking Brian Kilmeade when I mentioned that, at the height of the so-called Irish “Troubles”, MI5 calculated that no more than one hundred individuals were involved in all the bombing and killing. America has the most heavily armed civilian population on earth. Is all that firepower just for decoration? For butching up the gun rack in the back of your pickup? If not, how many Americans would it take to object to their demographic dispossession and the sacrifice of their womenfolk? Are they perhaps worried that tea parties and minutemen and whatnot are no longer possible in the 24/7 panopticon state?

My guess is that they no longer give a shit whether they are or not, being fat, lazy, self-absorbed slobs. Read it all.