It's at times like these that we Brits need to draw on our moral and cultural reserves to resist. And a perennial source of inspiration has been found in England's glorious literature. Where else did Winston Churchill find his resonantly defiant phrasing?
To this end, I've adapted one of Nobel-laureate Harold Pinter's anti-American poems, 'Democracy':
There's no escape.
The big pricks are out.
They'll fuck everything in sight.
Watch your back,
And your Creme Eggs.
Oh yes, we shall fight. And I have nothing to offer you but blood, toil, tears, sweat and overly sweet, creamy vegelate.