We’ve all witnessed the whiplash in the U.S. once Trump grabbed the wheel. Oil and gas—those supposedly unfashionable fossils—are back on the catwalk, strutting like they never left. The gears are only just beginning to grind forward, which means we haven’t seen anything yet—only the overture. If the mid-terms break in his favor, the real thrust won’t come from the bureaucratic class but from the cooperative side, where confidence translates directly into muscle.
And across the pond? The UK will follow suit, but not as a polite echo. No—Britain’s turn will be sharper, nastier, more convulsive. Why? Because rot takes time, and the UK has been marinating in it. Years of festering disillusionment, betrayal by every party in sight, and a population simmering with the sour aftertaste of broken promises. When the switch finally flips, it won’t be a mild course correction; it’ll be a lurch, a rupture.The North Sea will once again be frontier country, a stage for steel, rigs, and risk. Expect more—far more—than you imagine. And when it comes, it won’t trickle; it’ll roar.