
“If you’re not in over your head, how do you know how tall you are?”
T.S. Eliot
“There is something powerful in the whispering of obscenities, about those in power. There’s something delightful about it, something naughty, secretive, forbidden, thrilling. It’s like a spell, of sorts. It deflates them, reduces them to the common denominator where they can be dealt with.”
Margaret Atwood, from, “The Handmaid’s Tale”.
I imagine all of us remember back a couple of years ago, when all the western bigwigs were confident that Russia could not withstand the two-front war against it – the double blows of concentrated economic warfare, and bloody combat with NATO’s proxy army of Ukrainians. Back then we were treated to regular shows of western political figures strutting and posturing and projecting with relish that Russia was not even going to be allowed the dignity of the negotiating table: no, Sir – it was going to be crushed and broken on the battlefield and its families driven into penury until they cried out to their wicked leader for relief. A fairytale to warm the cockles of the western heart, and I expect the intoxicating prospect was good for many happy dreams through peaceful nights of slumber in Europe’s capitals, and in Washington, DC.
And how did we come ’round to Wake The Fuck Up so early? For that time is surely at hand, despite the best efforts of the press and the strutting, posturing political figures and the flakey analysts and the bogus experts to forestall it. The red tide on the Ukraine map is creeping ever northward and west, and the Ukrainian command is busy shuttling the few remaining reserves around madly from breach to breaking point – there’s barely any defense left in the Ukrainian Army, never mind a Counteroffensive.
And that means the narrative is going to have to change, too – it’s already started, with new gory bedtime stories of how cruel and brutal the Russians are instead of happy mockery about them fleeing through the Kursk region’s forests with the bold Ukrainians snapping at their heels. But the big challenge of the coming weeks and months is going to be ‘splainin’ how we got from the agile Ukrainians running vicious circles around the Big Stupid Bear to why won’t Putin meet with Zelensky to hammer out a peace agreement that won’t be too embarrassing for the western meddlers who set Ukraine up to be slapped silly in the first place.
Such a mind-bending lurch is going to call for some serious rationalization – nothing less than what you call your ‘suspension of disbelief’. And ready to step into the spotlight, to grease the wheels of confusion; to search out that ray of sunshine that pierces the shroud of lowering gloom…is Conrad Black, known to some of his acquaintances as Lord Black of Crossharbour.
Yes, indeed; an honest-to-goodness Lord, as in the House Of Lords, although he was born Canadian in Montreal in 1944. But he was born into a wealthy and influential family in media publishing; after his father’s death, he and his brother controlled Hollinger International, which at the time was the third-largest English-language newspaper-publishing empire in the world. He founded the conservative National Post in Canada in 1998, and is still a columnist for that paper, in which the reference I chose to talk about today originally appeared. He renounced his Canadian citizenship to accept a Life Peerage from the British, whom he greatly admires, but regained his citizenship in 2023. He is married to Barbara Amiel, herself as conservative as an early foreclosure and also a frequent opinion columnist, usually relentlessly pro-American. To describe him as a colourful character…doesn’t do him justice. However, for today I’d like us to confine ourselves to his reality-spurning ruminations on the endgame for Ukraine, and how they play into his apparent worship of Donald Trump, currently holding down the Presidency of the United States whenever he is not called away to play The Pope, or the Last Of The Red-Hot Lovers, or King Solomon Whose Wisdom Shames The Pretenders.
Russia, Mr. Black tells us, was ‘totally defeated’ in the Cold War, “which caused the disintegration of the Soviet Union, the collapse of international communism, and the realignment of the left of the world as spontaneous environmental militants attacking capitalism from a new angle in the name of saving the planet.” Yes, I meant to warn you he gets a little defensive toward any entity which presumes to interfere with the usually-unfettered pursuit of wealth – kind of funny, when you think about it, because unfettered American-inspired-and-assisted plundering of the former Soviet Union hammered the final nails into its coffin, greatly facilitating its ‘total defeat’ coincident with impoverishing many of its inhabitants, to the credit of a handful of fabulously-wealthy oligarchs. These were the individuals wooden-headed Swede Anders Aslund referred to as ‘engines of capitalist development’, to which Black would doubtless nod in approval.
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