To my mind, Brexit is in some ways even more of a spectacle than is the Trump ascendency. Barring the truly miraculous, a hatchet of Britain’s own making will fall on it in 39 days (as of this writing), with the ever-increasing likelihood of a hard Brexit. With their politics utterly paralyzed, the Brits are passengers on an out-of-control train. Some of them are locked in fear and astonishment, others wide-eyed with enthusiasm over the impending crash.

In private, Putin must be absolutely giddy. I wonder if he’ll ever take a bow in public for the way he clobbered the UK (and, of course, the US).