These days it takes very little to set me off on yet another rant against the American political class – a proxy for governments the world over.

On occasion, I’m tempted to apologize for these rants. Not so much for the message, but for the frequency.

Unfortunately, when surveying the landscape on which our hovels rest, the king’s castle looms large in the foreground.

I am not an envious person by nature and so wouldn’t begrudge the king his fine trappings, provided they were honestly earned.

But therein lies Ye Olde Rub.