Twelve months ago today, Tsar Vlad told his lads to park their tanks on a neighbour’s lawn.
The problem was that the neighbour got grumpy; showed spirit; had some powerful friends; and Tsar Vlad’s well-oiled military machine was found to be, well, an embarrassment.
A 56-kilometre single file of Russian tanks and trucks stuck in a traffic jam on the road to Kyiv would have comical if not for its deadly purpose.
As Readers count the sleeps to the 2022 Football World Cup Final on Sunday, more than a few questions are still being asked why Qatar was awarded the gig. Netflix subscribers might find more answers and truth in its documentary “FIFA Uncovered” than they did in “Harry and Meghan.”
The last two weeks have unarguably been the UK’s biggest unforced humiliation since Suez. After the UK gilt market and sterling collapsed, she dumped her ideological newbie Chancellor of the Exchequer; agreed to overturn polices she backed days earlier; and fired her Home Secretary (is there an Away Secretary?). It was only then that her parliamentary colleagues began to wake up from their afternoon snoozes at their St James’ clubs. And looked at the latest polls.
Meanwhile in Uzbekistan… two modern day autocrats will be attending a CPD course on “How to invade a neighbouring country.”
Death unites all in a family. No matter how big the family.
And so the English speaking peoples and those whom they touched will, for a moment, be united in memory of a remarkable woman.
Albo was doing so well. And then a rocket surgeon in his apparatchidom observed that the mood of the meeting was drifting against Albo’s pet project: The Voice. And suggested that engaging a former NBA player and gambling company promoter to advocate for the Voice would be a fine idea.
Borisconi may see himself as a latter-day Thatcher. His hair probably has as much product in it as hers. But that is where the comparison ends. Thatcher was never one for turning. Borisconi has changed wives/ girlfriends only a little less than he has changed his mind. And like him, formally, simultaneously maintaining more than one wife/ girlfriend, so too he can simultaneously maintain more than one position on any single principle.
Solomon Islands? Where? Not since former Minister Julie Bishop, Cinderella-like, lost a left Jimmy Choo shoe somewhere in London has there been so much activity in the Department of Foreign Affairs.
The Chief Teller of the US central bank hoisted US interest rates by a modest 0.25 of a percentage point. But no-one in the US is asking the US government to save them from this inflation. There are no demands for tax cuts to relieve ‘cost-of-living’ pressure. However, Australia is not only in another hemisphere, it is also on another planet.
Admiral-General Morrison is hardly the very model of a modern Major-General. With little knowledge, one suspects, of “…information vegetable, animal and mineral”. Only of what needs to be done to win an election.
Those born after about 1989 have enjoyed, more or less, an Elysian view of the world. An epic and chronic problem is… an internet outage for an hour. And then along came Tsar Vlad. His invasion of Ukraine is epic and its consequences will be chronic.
It’s not about NATO. Or the EU. It’s about an old man, soon to be 70, the object of whose belief was shattered 21 years ago. Who now seeks to rebuild something in which he can believe. No matter the cost.
Mrs. Jimmy Morrison gave a soft interview on a normally hard-edged (if tabloid) television programme. Wry & Dry was surprised that the soundtrack from the Ten Commandments wasn’t played. Or a clip from Happy Days not shown.