In a display of political theatrics that would make even the most melodramatic medieval minstrel blush, Boris Johnson, the self-styled knight errant of Brexit, has once again donned his rusty armor to defend the fair maiden of British sovereignty. But this time, it's not just the dastardly Sir Keir Starmer and his EU-loving squires he's tilting at – it's the spectre of his own irrelevance in the face of Nigel Farage's ascendancy as Trump's favorite British son, and perhaps, just perhaps, a chance to reclaim his throne.