The news from Peru is grim, but not surprising. The presidential race has descended into chaos, with candidates trading accusations of corruption, incompetence, and even sorcery. Yes, sorcery.
British investors, the class that once built empires, are now reduced to scrambling for their assets in a country that resembles a banana republic more than a functioning state. One must ask: is this the inevitable endpoint of a civilisation that has lost its moral and intellectual bearings? The Peruvians are merely following a script written in the West, where decadence has replaced duty, and spectacle has supplanted substance.
The Victorians would have scoffed at such a mess. They understood that order and prosperity flow from a shared sense of purpose, not from identity politics and magical thinking. Today, we see the same rot in London, in Washington, in Brussels.
The flights of capital from Peru are a canary in the coal mine. If you have assets there, secure them, but ask yourself: where will you run when the rot reaches home? The cycles of history are merciless.
The fall of Rome was a slow burn, but it was preceded by exactly this kind of farce. We are witnessing the end of an era, and the Peruvians are just the opening act.
