In my latest National Post column I say the “Gilets jaunes” in France have legitimate grievances. But unfortunately not legitimate solutions.

In my latest National Post column I say Brexit turned into an incomprehensible, messy train wreck because the people meant to be taking Britain out of the European Union didn’t have faith in Britain as a sovereign nation.

In my latest National Post column I say Remembrance Day is not a pacifist occasion, even on the 100th anniversary of the end of the Great War. (On which, and on the meaning and impact of World War I generally, see again The Great War Remembered on YouTube or in my online store.)

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row,

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

Loved and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:

To you from failing hands we throw

The torch; be yours to hold it high.

If ye break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders fields.

John McCrae In Flanders Fields