The British ruling classes sure ain't what they used to be.
Since rebelling against the European Union officials portrayed to them in the Brexit referendum campaign as out-of-touch, bureaucratic elites, those same Brits have been badly let down by their own homegrown elite.
First, the feckless David Cameron – Eton, Oxford, distant relative of the Queen – stepped down in disgrace after a moribund campaign in a self-inflicted referendum, leaving behind no discernible plan for how to deal with Brexit.
Then, his putative successor Boris Johnson – Eton, Oxford, distant relative of the Queen – got the Caesar treatment, knifed by erstwhile ally Michael Gove, who also attended Oxford but is one of the rare non-toffs in this tableau.
Now the posh City commodities trader who staked his entire political career on getting the U.K. out of the EU, United Kingdom Independence Party leader Nigel Farage, has announced he's leaving politics.
"I want my life back," said Mr. Farage, a banker who attended a 400-year-old private school and belongs to the East India Club, whose former members include Lord Randolph Churchill (father of Winston), Earl Mountbatten and Sir Denis Thatcher.
Mr. Cameron staked his premiership on the Brexit referendum gamble to forestall a Conservative Party split. Mr. Johnson saw an opening, came out pro-Brexit, and was then stabbed in the back by Mr. Gove. It might be possible to find joy in his Shakespearean comeuppance, were the situation not so dire.
As for Mr. Farage, whose noxious far-right rhetoric poisoned the Brexit campaign, he breezily leaves politics just as the crisis he created comes to a head.
What a colossal swindle, almost entirely perpetrated by upper-class toffs who cynically resorted to opportunistic populism to advance their own careers, and then abandoned ship once the ballots were counted.
As Johnny Rotten of the British punk band the Sex Pistols once put it, Ever get the feeling you've been cheated?
It was a rhetorical question.