The BradEarth Country
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Published November 30, 2025
My country is the United Kingdom.
Or is it the United States?
Or is it somewhere else?
Something else.
These things happen in cycles.
Recently my cycles have once again hit that of Britain being home. Being My Country.
I've been feeling that again more lately.
Yet, the cycle always continues on and I'm back in another ‘build my own country from scratch’ run.
I'll write about this, one of the core pillars of my very existence here, in this article.
The Cycle.
I have for many years, at this point decades, since I was a teenager and probably before, written a list in various forms of all the policies I would enact as Prime Minister. In my late teens I also started composing another list that of policies for an American Presidency.
The truth is this, that American list is very short and heartless. Most of the time, I simply do not care. The British list runs hundreds of lines, thousands of words. Writing it, reading it, planning it, dreaming it. My heart is alive and on fire, burning with a brutal uncompromising desire.
It would be simple to write it as this:
America is an adventureland, Europe is art and beauty, Asia is a special happiness, Fukuoka is my Sacred Ground. Britain is my country.
But things aren't that simple.
I've said a lot of harsh things about this Britain place, a place I do love. And that's my right, because Britain is MINE. And there is nothing more British than a happy string of national self-loathing.
And there is a lot of truth within these rants, genuine anger and pain at my fellow countrymen-and-women who have held the position of importance, of power. For I would have done things so differently to a far more positive outcome.
We would still have an empire.
We would have a lot more pride and glory in the here and now.
Some other recent thoughts…
One of the more recent changes of heart and thinking I've had is towards the institution of monarchy. I no longer desire to tear it apart and democratise, instead I want to nurture it, build it up and strengthen, exploit its great promise. To be the human symbol that unites the country and all Commonwealth Realms into a true global union of blood and belief. The promise is there, anyway.
Britain's path back to superpowerdom is possible, and the strategy will be a layered one. A strategy of layer upon layer upon layer of power. It just needs my mind to do it, to commit to that task to direct and engineer for some years.
I do get sick of it though. It does run in cycles, these cycles within my mind and within my soul.
It's always the same. Deep excitement. Vicious vision, followed by an empty deathly-feeling. And then on to the next great genius plan. I have thousands for each.
I might be too much of a narcissist to ever accept anything external.. land, history, what ever. I could need solely my own. The BradEarth Country could be The BradEarth Country.
James Brooke built his own country. I've been there, to Sarawak, stood in that castle, Fort Margherita, looked down at his dirty perfect sword, the flag of The White Raj framed on the wall. What a dream.
The Earl of Liverpool, The Marquees of Salisbury, Churchill, Thatcher, Nicholls. BradEarth Britain.
Washington, Lincoln, Kennedy, Johnson, Obama, Trump, Nicholls. BradEarth America Brad Nicholls USA.
I can see all three realities. The Cycle.
Should I do all three? Ha. Something inside plays that idea too, but I don't really want to, the choice is the choice and it will be chosen. When? Who knows. I do. It will happen, at some point.
My current path is The Fourth Way, that of The Sui Generis. Perhaps this will be, always was, and always will be The Way. The BradEarth Sui Generis, Total, Complete. My World and A Force Upon A World.
This may sound insane to you, whoever you are, or maybe it doesn't, maybe you can understand in some way. I need to write these things every now and then. To solidify in the written word. This is one of those.
Anyway,
Regardless,
BradEarth is always first and foremost, and these idiosyncratic neurotic things are my own battles, my own wars. To decide what is worthy to be a part of BradEarth, and in what form, these choices, these decisions, this is the challenge.