Elon Musk, it would appear, is afflicted with the variant form of anglophilia, touched with imperial nostalgia and misplaced envy, often found among bright young men from the colonies. If everything about that sentence seems hopelessly antiquated and out of touch — well, yeah.

That’s exactly what we’re talking about: Some mishmash misreading of Shakespeare’s “Henry V” mixed with the myth of Winston Churchill, that unregenerate racist curmudgeon turned right-wing godhead, has curdled Elon’s brain. He longs for an England that never existed outside of movies and children’s books and, if it had, would definitely not have welcomed a geeky, introverted kid from one of the outermost bad-conscience outposts of the British Empire.

Musk’s obsession with British politics, and his bromance with the

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