Earlier this week, the EU unveiled its new, taxpayer-funded, €321 million headquarters, shaped like a huge egg. Perhaps that's an appropriate motif – now that its chickens are coming home to roost.
According to its architect, the new building will bring 'joy' to the peoples of Europe. Because we all enjoy officials pampering themselves at our expense, don't we?
Particularly the Greeks, no doubt, who have endured years of austerity thanks to Eurocrats who told them there was no money to spare. Now we know where the money was going.
Across the Atlantic, President-elect Trump is set to cancel the new Air Force One because it costs too much. He gets the problem with taxpayer-funded opulence – and he's a billionaire who lives in gold-plated luxury.
Did it even occur to anyone on the Brussels gravy train that their new folly might be an affront to the people who paid for it?
There has been a lot of commentary since the referendum purporting to explain why Leave won – mostly from pundits who months earlier had told us why Leave couldn't win.
We've heard Leave voters slandered as xenophobes and morons.
We've been told the vote was just a protest against the Tories – or was it Labour?
We've been told it was a rejection of globalisation – even though one of the key planks of the Leave campaign was ending EU protectionism, and embracing free trade.
What few of these self-appointed authorities seem able to appreciate is that the EU is a bad system of government run by mollycoddled mandarins who are deaf to the concerns of the people over whom they preside, and blind to their own incompetence.
Across Europe, people are sick of Brussels because it seems to expend more resources on building a giant, glass-encased egg than on solving the migrant crisis, sorting out the sovereign debt disaster, and ending almost a decade of economic stagnation.
We voted for Brexit because the EU is hopeless. Why is that so hard for pundits to grasp?
"A revolutionary text ... right up there with the Communist manifesto" - Dominic Lawson, Sunday Times
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