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The lesson is that you don’t need to be geese. You’re wonderful just the way you are

Our 2023 manufactured goods trade deficit with Canada was $128.6 billion. This is excluding re-exports, which make trade statistics fuzzy because goods received at U.S. ports (mostly from China) and then transshipped up to Canada without using are counted as U.S. exports, when they aren’t. So we have a big trade deficit with them that is largely in crude oil. Canadian aluminum also displaces a lot of U.S. aluminum using cheap, government-owned and subsidized electrical power from Hydro Quebec. 40% of aluminum’s COP is the electricity used to smelt it (I was an Alcan Aluminum plant manager earlier in my career). We just closed one of the last five remaining operational U.S. aluminum smelters last year. This is a big issue, because aluminum is a strategic material and, even though Canada is our friend, we only have one that produces the aircraft grade metal we need for our defense requirements. Maybe Rio Tinto (Alcan’s successor company) could be convinced to re-shore some production here.

President Trump doesn’t confide in me what his real goals are with his Canadian tariffs, but I suspect there are some concessions he wants Canada to make that probably aren’t about trade as much as immigration control—which is probably the case with Mexico. I think he’s rightfully serious about cutting our trade deficits and trade relations with China.

My wife is a Canadian citizen, as is one of my sons and his wife, so no hatred here.

Ep 94 – The Midnight Special | November 15, 1974

It keeps coming and will continue to for a long time.

Project Constitution (@ProjectConstitu) on X

I came from a bad family.

My dad and brother were mentally and verbally abusive and my mom divorced us when I was in 3rd grade because of my dad. She decided to leave us kids with him which was good for her but actually made my brother much worse today. And to make my upbringing worse, at fourteen, my dad mentally stopped caring about me. He provided food, just didn’t care about me, or helped me, basically just done. So I had to learn how to do things myself.

The family owned a manufactured house park and in there one had been foreclosed on. I was able to get it for $17,000 but it needed a little work inside. I was hoping I didn’t have to pay rent but I still did. I lived here while I went to college and where my future wife wasn’t happy with where I lived.

We got more serious so I sold that place and moved in with her in an apartment before deciding we needed a house. We looked at some and eventually decided it was best to have one built. One thing to point out is we still aren’t married, only engaged at this point, and she was raised in a religious family. Her parents are not happy with this arrangement. Long story short, we get married, parents are happy, we have babies, people come to see us, and SHE says we need a bigger house. Sooooooo, we sell that house and move into our current, forever home.

Life along the way has not been rainbows and unicorns. It was fine with my wife and her side; but my family (brother, uncle, mom, dad) has made my life hell. As of now, my dad and uncle have passed away and I no longer talk to my brother and mom due to the narcissistic emails and texts I would get.

Hopefully time heals all wounds?

I’m going to have to say my father, though not in the conventional sense.

I don’t always see eye to eye with him, but I admire his work ethic and his ability to overcome obstacles. And his willingness to go out of his way for his family.

I’m not this way at all. I get tired, and I barely have enough energy to take care of myself. He, on the other hand, even at 80 years old, will work all day and night to do a favor for you.

I remember one time, my sister’s swimming pool had been neglected for years. It was basically a green swamp full of algae and frog crap.

My dad decided she needed it fixed and didn’t want her to spend a fortune on it. So he recruited me and my brother in law and we got to work. Not the way I wanted to spend my Saturday afternoon, and I’m pretty sure I complained the whole time.

At first the machine pump thingy did all the work draining the pool. But once we got to the bottom, we had manually empty that disgusting swamp with buckets.

I and my brother in law (in our 30s) gave up after a couple hours, but my dad kept at it until it was completely empty. I’m talking like 5 hours straight, no rest, and 78 years old at the time.

Then once the pool was completely empty, he bought some special paint and had the pool completely repainted and refilled. He hired out the painting as I’m guessing he didn’t want to mess it up.

Sir Whiskerton and the Case of the Identity Crisis

Ah, dear reader, prepare yourself for another delightful romp through the wild and wacky world of farm life, where the animals are as eccentric as ever, and the mischief is always just a whisker away. Today’s tale involves Lucifer the Chipmunk, who has convinced the chickens that they can be anything they want—even geese—and the geese that they can be chickens if they so desire. So, grab your sense of humor and let’s dive into The Case of the Identity Crisis.


The Plot Thickens

It all began on a sunny morning when Sir Whiskerton was enjoying his usual sunbeam on the barn roof. The peace was shattered by the sound of clucking, honking, and the unmistakable squeak of Lucifer the Chipmunk, who was standing on a hay bale, delivering what could only be described as a motivational speech.

“My fellow farm animals!” Lucifer squeaked, his tiny chest puffed out with pride. “I come to you today with a message of hope, of possibility, of transformation! You are not bound by the limitations of your species. You can be anything you want to be!”

Doris the Hen, who was standing front and center, clucked excitedly. “Anything? Even… a goose?”

Lucifer nodded dramatically. “Yes, Doris! Even a goose! The world is your oyster, and you are the pearl!”

Harriet clucked in agreement. “A pearl! Oh, I can’t bear it!” Lillian promptly fainted into a pile of hay.

Meanwhile, Gertrude the Goose, who had been listening from the sidelines, honked indignantly. “What nonsense is this? Geese are geese, and chickens are chickens! You can’t just decide to be something else!”

Lucifer turned to Gertrude, his tiny eyes gleaming. “Ah, but why not? If a chicken can be a goose, why can’t a goose be a chicken? The possibilities are endless!”

Gertrude blinked, momentarily stunned. “Well, I… I suppose that’s an interesting point.”


The Barnyard Brouhaha

Before long, the farm was in chaos. Doris and her flock of hens were strutting around the barnyard, flapping their wings and honking like geese. Gertrude and her gaggle of geese, on the other hand, were clucking and pecking at the ground like chickens.

Sir Whiskerton, who had been watching the spectacle from his perch, sighed deeply. “This is ridiculous. Chickens are chickens, and geese are geese. What is Lucifer playing at?”

Rufus the Dog, who had been napping nearby, lifted his head. “Maybe he’s just trying to stir up trouble. You know how he loves attention.”

Porkchop the Pig, who had been wallowing in his favorite mud puddle, snorted. “Or maybe he’s just nuts. Either way, it’s hilarious.”

Sir Whiskerton flicked his tail. “Hilarious or not, this needs to stop before someone gets hurt.”


The Intervention

Sir Whiskerton decided it was time to intervene. He approached Lucifer, who was now standing on a fence post, basking in the chaos he had created.

“Lucifer,” Sir Whiskerton said, his tone firm. “What exactly are you trying to accomplish here?”

Lucifer grinned, his tiny teeth gleaming. “I’m inspiring them, Whiskerton! Showing them that they can break free from the constraints of their species and become something greater!”

Sir Whiskerton raised an eyebrow. “Greater? Doris is trying to swim in the pond, and Gertrude is attempting to lay an egg. This isn’t greatness; it’s madness.”

Lucifer shrugged. “Madness? Or genius? You decide.”

Before Sir Whiskerton could respond, Doris waddled over, her feathers dripping wet. “Sir Whiskerton! I tried to swim like a goose, but I sank like a stone! What am I doing wrong?”

Gertrude, who was struggling to balance on a nest of hay, honked in frustration. “And I can’t seem to lay an egg! This is harder than it looks!”

Sir Whiskerton sighed. “That’s because you’re not geese, Doris, and you’re not chickens, Gertrude. You are who you are, and that’s perfectly fine.”


The Moral of the Story

As the sun set and the barnyard returned to its usual peaceful state, Sir Whiskerton addressed the gathered animals. “Well, my friends, it seems we’ve learned an important lesson today.”

Doris clucked softly. “That we can’t be geese?”

Sir Whiskerton shook his head. “No, Doris. The lesson is that you don’t need to be geese. You’re wonderful just the way you are.”

Gertrude honked in agreement. “And we geese are pretty great too, even if we can’t lay eggs.”

Lucifer, who had been sulking in the corner, squeaked, “Well, I still think it was a good idea.”

Sir Whiskerton smirked. “Perhaps, Lucifer, but sometimes it’s better to embrace who we are rather than trying to be something we’re not.”

Ditto, who had been watching from the sidelines, echoed, “Embrace who we are! Embrace who we are!”

Echo, not to be outdone, added, “Embrace who we are! Embrace who we are!”

And with that, the animals returned to their usual routines, content in the knowledge that once again, Sir Whiskerton had saved the farm from chaos.

The End.

DeepSeek is an Open Source LLM (Language Learning Model).

ChatGPT is not Open Source, even though its value is not really in the code used to implement, it’s in the training datasets, and the curation choices made in the training.

DeepSeek has a number of “strongly held beliefs”, if one can — as apparently, many people do — anthropomorphize a product of AI research, which is neither conscious, nor self aware, and actually holds no beliefs whatsoever.

But if you have a conversation with DeepSeek, you will come away from it with the impression that it has a strong bias towards China’s world view, particularly if you ask it questions about religions which are banned in China.

This is not a product of actual “strongly held beliefs”, it is a consequence of the data on which it operates in order to arrive at its answers, and the bias is inherent in the curation of that data.

ChatGPT has a number of biases of its own, in that regard.

The main thing about DeepSeek, however, is that you can train it with your own training data, curate it the way you want to curate it, and you will end up with a great diagnostician,or plumbing repair suggestions which can actually fix problems that other plumbers have run into, based on their life experience.

Or you can create something that responds like a David Duke or Milo Yiannopoulos or Al Gore or Bernie Sanders sycophant, if you ask it political questions.

The point being is that the boas is largely in the training data, and that, as a tool, Open Source is a better mechanism for distribution and code improvement over time, especially given that it’s the curated training set data that is strategic, and the code that operates on that data,is merely tactical.

I’ve suggested to ChatGPT, and to the scientists at ChatGPT whom I know personally, that it’s a mistake to keep it closed source.

ChatGPT should be Open Sourced to protect the leadership inherent in its tactical code model.

But I have no doubt that DeepSeek, if run against the ChatGPT 4 training set data.would almost certainly come up with answers indistinguishable, for the most part, from the ChatGPT 4 answers you’d get, with only minor variations.

Now ask China to share its DeepSeek training data, run your own DeepSeek (if you can afford the hardware), and see if it gives you the same, or different answers, from DeepSeek itself.

I suspect any differences will be because they did not share some of their training data, because of how that training data would look to the rest of the world.

But at least the code itself, tactical and not strategic though it is, is Open Source.

Adriana Lopez De Pablo

Sitting in class I bit my nails off while half listening to the substitute rambling on about something we have definitely gone over before he came along. I wouldn’t say I’m someone who gets easily distracted though maybe today something is different, I woke up fine and got to school okay but there is that nagging feeling in my stomach. Like there is something sinister moving around in there. I haven´t been able to stop thinking about my encounter last week. She’s sitting in this same class somewhere and I’m deathly afraid to look. I feel her staring though like if she had mind-reading abilities I would be toast right now. I’m sure she doesn’t know just how intimidating she is to someone like me. I can’t stop thinking about it. The courage I’m trying to build feels more like anxiety. I peek behind me knowing she probably won’t notice if she’s talking to her friends but find her staring directly at me, her eyes frosted overlooking like a gorgeous and scary alien. Icy blue eyes do really pierce the soul I think to myself and there and as if she’s heard me she lets out a slight giggle her red waves bouncing along the frame of her face.

Maybe she is an alien or maybe I’m just plain old delusional. Needless to say, I turn back frozen, red in the face with shame, the reason for which I hold no answers. Liking boys is so easy because there is nothing about them to really like or admire, but her, she is so smart and decisive, popular and nice, and did I mention talented? I try to forget her eyes following me around the stage during sound check last week and the near-death experience that was crashing into her backstage and almost kissing. My face looks like a literal clown nose by the end of class and I avoid her easily by slipping away unnoticed. Maybe what I’m feeling is a sickness? A never seen before rash that spreads my two people’s faces being mere inches apart. This all feels totally alien to and even as I wash my face in the grimy sink I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong with me. I come up to look at myself in the mirror just as she enters the bathroom looking like a cute redheaded hound searching for something or someone. And then she looks at me.

I turn as if to walk out but she steps closer standing in between me and the door. “Hi” I squeak in the voice of a terrified mouse. “Hey” she says calmly with a smile that to some could pass as a timid smirk. I see a switch go off in her though, her eyes look through me again and she must notice my flustered face and rigid body language because she takes a step back and lets me access the door. I nod to her trying to look apologetic, partly because I know she wants to talk to me, and partly because I would love nothing more than to talk to her forever about anything, and that scares me more than her potentially being an alien.

When I get to my locker and open it I find a little cryptic message inside which I definitely didn’t leave there myself. It’s a crumpled note with nothing written on it except a tiny rainbow square painted in pencil and a little question mark next to it. Instinctively I place it in my pocket and think nothing much of it since I’m too busy freaking out and trying to figure out if girls can like other girls like stupid boys do. The whole idea just seems out of this world really or at least out of mine.

Who can you even ask about this stuff? I would tell mum but She makes big deals about everything. My friends will surely freak more than I am so I’m stuck without knowing. It kills me not to have all the pieces to the puzzle. I close my eyes to gain some clarity magically and be presented with the answer but still find myself stumped. Maybe I just want to be her absolute best friend but find it scary to talk to her, which thinking about it makes no sense since I’ve never been awkward or shy. Or maybe we like the same boy (I don’t know who) and the signals are just temporarily jumbled so I think I like her (the alien theory still stands.) I startle myself with the sound of the bell and open my eyes to head to my next class.

As I walk down hall after hall of older students chatting in their classes I stop dead in my track as I stick my nose into one of the classes to find the same rainbow flag from my note Hanging like a little flag of someone’s pencil case. Comparing the two they are exactly the same colour pattern. Suddenly the answer to the riddle comes to mind. Someone must have wanted to know if I’m from whichever country this flag is from. Though I wish my country had a rainbow flag but alas ours is so boring. I think about asking an older kid what country it’s from but I don’t want one of the big kids to think I’m stupid so I shuffle along to my next class on the bottom floor: geography.

Surely if someone at my school is from that country then it must be on a map, and if it’s on a map I’ll find it or the teacher will tell us all about it. I sit impatiently now, this mystery must be unravelled so I can take my mind off the whole girls liking girls debacle. But of course, the universe punishes me by having my teacher running late. I consider standing right by the door, note in hand to show her when she walks in and ask about it but I don’t want to pester or annoy so I fiddle with the note in my hands. I wonder who it’s from… she crosses my mind but it could never be her…right? She doesn’t even know where my locker is let alone know my name ( I know her name though.)

Finally, Mrs. Lovelane walks in and as everyone quiets down I sit up straight and raise my hand as high as humanly possible to ask what I think might be a stupid question.

It looks like it is heading in that direction.

The US has tried to preserve the world order after WWII, but the rise in China’s influence has put the kabosh on that.

In 2025, the US is fighting a defensive action against China’s rise and the Global South when it comes to economic power. US influence is shrinking, and is largely confined to the G7 nations.

There is a lot of work to be done when it comes to the US defining a new role for itself in this new world. It is no longer realistic for the US to strive for the kind of full-spectrum dominance in all areas all over the world.

The problem is that now, in 2025, that discussion of what that new role will be, has not yet started in the US.

Lots of pain ahead.

I have an MBA ..I applied in 2019, because I was desperate for any job. And I couldn’t find an office job anywhere. And I’ve been working in administrative roles for a very long time. So when I went to Amazon, I thought it would be very different. They made me hold my urine now. I had to drive 90 minutes, one way to get to the exact space and I had to leave around 4:10 in the morning and I parked around 5:30 in the morning and I had to walk a very far distance from where my car was parked to THE front door and then we had to go through these. Crazy little things that looked like an airport. I’m almost 50 years old. I’ve had real jobs before and let me tell you.Amazon is a horrible horrible horribleHorribleHorribleHorrible horrible place to work.

I have real jobs my first job was 1993.

When I got there at six o’clock in the morning, I had to go to the bathroom because I had to leave home around 4:10 in the morning. In order to park on time and then I drove and drove and drove and I drank water on the way to work. And you can’t bring water into the warehouse. If you do I guess so far? Are you if you do so? Yeah, they don’t want you taking a break for p. They want you to hold it until your first break, which is 9 AM. Excuse me, i’m not going to hold my urine.And if you wanna work there, I suggest you get some diapers and start peeing in your diapers, like a baby which is illegal.So it’s not the fact that young people work there.It’s a fact that it’s a bad, bad bad employer and people that don’t know me and they don’t know my administrative background.And they don’t know how I have sales or admin.And i’ve worked in all these nonprofits in various roles in offices.They don’t know people don’t know who I am.They know nothing about me, and they think amazon is so great.The minute they say, have you thought about applying to amazon?And I shut them up real quick, and I go, you’re the one that needs to go to amazon.You think it’s so good.Why don’t you hold your URINE for 3 hours.

It’s considered off task, and if you leave your post and you’re not working, you are going to be considered off.Task because every single movement you make is counted.And if you are not at your job post and you’re walking to that bathroom, that is a half a mile away, it is going to take you 527 minutes to walk one way to the bathroom?And it’s going to take you 527 minutes to walk back.There is your fifteen minute break and it is illegal.But if you want to work there, go ahead, work there, have at it peeing your pants, i’m done I have a master’s and business administration.I know my worth.I’m an office worker.I don’t do that third party love gistics b*******.

Economist Explains Why China is Not Going to Collapse

This is great!

Versions 1, 2, and 3. LOL.

Drunken Garlic Pot Roast

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Ingredients

  • 1 (2 1/2 pound) boneless beef chuck roast, trimmed of fat
  • 2 tablespoons vegetable oil, divided
  • 1/2 teaspoon salt
  • 1/4 teaspoon pepper
  • 2 medium onions, thinly sliced
  • 24 cloves garlic, minced (about 4 tablespoons)
  • 2 beef bouillon cubes
  • 1/2 cup hot water
  • 1 cup lager beer
  • 3 tablespoons brown sugar
  • 1 tablespoon Dijon mustard
  • 1 tablespoon cider vinegar
  • Cornstarch dissolved in water, for gravy

Instructions

  1. In a large skillet, heat 1 tablespoon of the oil and brown roast on both sides, seasoning with salt and pepper; remove to a platter and keep warm.
  2. Add the remaining tablespoon oil to the pan and add the onions. Cook until they just start to wilt, then add the garlic. Cook until the onions are tender, a few minutes more.
  3. Add the bouillon cubes to the hot water and stir to dissolve; add to the skillet along with the beer, brown sugar and vinegar; stir to mix well. Pour mixture into a slow cooker.
  4. Place roast on top of liquid, cutting into pieces if it doesn’t lay flat.
  5. Cook on LOW for 7 to 8 hours.
  6. Remove meat from slow cooker and pour liquid into a saucepan; heat to a boil, and mix a slurry out of the cornstarch and water; thicken pan liquid with slurry to make a gravy.
  7. Serve gravy over meat with potatoes or noodles.

You got this news

Did you get the news a week ago , that Alibaba signed the Golden Share with the Chinese Government?

Yep!

Alibaba has also agreed to give 1% of their share to the Government of China , which means their Technology officially belongs to the Government of China and can’t be sold or licensed without permission

Alibaba Wins Prized Role Powering AI on Apple’s iPhone in China
Apple Inc.’s iPhones will use Alibaba Group Holding Ltd.’s AI technology, the Chinese firm’s chairman said, affirming reports the e-commerce pioneer had scored a coveted role in helping power the iPhone in the world’s top mobile arena.

Immediately after , Alibaba will be powering Iphones in China with their Qwen 2.5

Jack Ma learnt his lesson

He knows that the only way he can return back to Civilization is to follow the law

Qwen 2.5 cannot be licensed or sold without Government of Chinas approval

Alibaba handed over the golden share

China immediately approved the Apple Deal and they announced it

Jack Ma who still controls a significant amount of authority in Alibaba, finally did what he could have done in 2021

Now he is forgiven and has been included back into the fold


What does it mean for Chinas private sector?

The Party has relaxed regulations in Share trading significantly and considerably

The Party has also allowed Chinese Technology Companies to license their technology to Foreign Companies for all operations within China


Another news the West won’t tell you

Baidu and Deepseek are teaming up to create an AI search engine within Mainland China hosted on Huawei Cloud and available on Harmony OS

So Baidu and Deepseek and HUAWEI are competing with Alibaba and Apple

China vs China 😁

Not sure if this is *technically* an RV (as we dont use that term here), but I was raised in a caravan for the first 13 years of my life

My family are Irish Travellers, a nomadic ethnic minority group from the island of Ireland, who regularly travel in caravans

My family fled Derry during The Troubles, a period of violent political conflict in Ireland, and like many Irish Exiles before them, headed for London

My family were of little means, and we lived in a modest Elddis Mistral XL caravan, a cornucopia of 80s poor taste, with plenty of wood veneer and velour upholstery

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Where We Camped

As Travellers we had no fixed abode but chose to remain within the East London area due to the large concentration of Irish immigrants in the East End in the 1980s

Anti-Irish racism was extremely high in the UK at the time due to the ongoing conflict in Northern Ireland, and Irish Travellers have always been historic targets of racism and prejudice

In an attempt to negate this, we would aways try to set up a camp inside the many abandoned and derelict factories around the East End at the time, or under the many disued railway arches, as being inside a building or under cover, kept us safer from detection by those people passing by who may wish to do us harm

Despite the relative safety of being inside an abandoned building, we would never stay in one place more than 4 or 5 days, and we would only camp on open ground as an absolute last resort

An example of open camping which would leave us vulnerable to persecution and abuse

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Sleeping Arrangements

In good weather, I would sleep in the caravan with my siblings, and my parents would camp outside by the fire, in the relative safety and shelter of the abandoned building we were using as cover

However in bad weather, we’d all have to hunker down in the caravan, but luckily the sofas in the caravan would fold out into an extremely large bed that could accommodate my parents and my younger siblings

As the eldest sibling, I would be expected to sleep down on the floor in these circumstances, to allow my younger siblings to be close to our parents

I would crash down in front galley area of the caravan with our dog Buckie for company – a Staffordshire Bull Terrier who rarely left my side

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Settling Down

When I was 13, my family semi-settled into a flat in Bethnal Green, East London but we still continued to travel regularly to keep in touch with our Irish Traveller culture

Now I am a mother with children of my own, I take them travelling frequently to teach them about their Traveller heritage and culture

I’m curious. Have you actually thought through all the consequences of a complete export ban on Australian iron ore to China?

In 2022, Australia exported $87.9 billion in iron ore. Of that, $72.5 billion — or over 80% — went to China. No other export market is even remotely close.

So yes, even though China is developing other sources of iron ore and overall demand is down, it would definitely be squeezed. But here’s the problem: Australia would also be squeezed.

Tax revenue from export and mining of iron ore is a significant contributor to the robustness of the Australian economy and is a key reason for the recent return to surplus in the federal budget after 15 years of deficits.

The industry also directly supports 45,600 well paying Australian jobs.

The average base salary for jobs in the industry is A$126K per year.

These people then go out as consumers and spend this money in the broader economy, contributing to other jobs.

So given this reality, what do you think wiping out 80% of iron ore exports will do to Australia’s economy? And overall prosperity?

I don’t know why you want to put the squeeze on China. Maybe you’re just one of those China haters. Either way, I doubt Australian policymakers would do a Donald Trump and kamikaze their economy in this way. Because in trying to putting the squeeze on China, Australia would also be shooting itself in the foot.

English Outsider – The ‘West’ Is A Farce

by English Outsider
lifted from a comment

There’s nothing funny here, though it’s true that the Western military and political establishments are now pure farce. Nothing funny because the farce has had lethal consequences. The unrestrained carnage in Gaza will be a reproach to the West for ever. As for Ukraine, “b” summed up, must be two years ago now, what we are putting our proxies in Ukraine through. A “crime”, he stated. So it is. Has been since 2014. Worse now, after a million and more deaths and economic and societal ruin for Ukraine to match.

As for the military reality Putin, in the video embedded in the Simplicius article above, sums up the military reality that has been clear to us Europeans since February 2022. NATO, the US and all, is a paper tiger. Even with the substantial manpower of the original Ukrainian armed forces NATO has neither the troops nor the equipment for a ground war on Russia’s doorstep and never has had. All we do have is the nuclear threat and neither Biden, nor, now, Trump, will risk Chicago frying for Vilnius. Nor for Berlin. Nor for London. That accepted, the only puzzle lies in working out what the European politicians hope to gain from prolonging a war long since lost.

Seems a simple enough puzzle assuming, that is, that the European politicians are rational. The gamble they took in 2022 was a gamble on destroying Russia with sanctions. Their only way out of that failed gamble is to save face by taking us into the new Cold War. We must strain every nerve, they tell us, to face the Russian threat. Only keeping us in a state of permanent war hysteria will serve. Otherwise, should we recover from that hysteria, the danger is that we shall look about us and hold the politicians to account for the damage they have done and are still doing to our own economies and to our own societies.

The outcome of the war with Iran is still unknown. That of the war in Ukraine is set in stone and always has been. It remains only to attempt to guess how the Russians will accomplish their local objectives there.

Those local objectives are simple enough. To protect the inhabitants of the Donbas, an objective often forgotten or glossed over but the primary initial objective of the SMO. To prevent NATO’s use of Ukraine, and now of whatever remnant Ukraine turns out to be, as a means of attacking Russia.

That means no more sabotage and assassination missions run out of Ukraine into Russia from the bases we set up in Ukraine for that purpose. No more “look no hands” missile and drone attacks from out of Ukraine. If we wish to continue with those various lines of attack we’ll have to do so out of Europe, or from elsewhere along the Russian perimeter. Remnant Ukraine will no longer be at our disposal for those purposes.

The wider Russian aims, those set out in the 2021 draft treaties, it’s less certain the Russians will achieve. They might get somewhere with the Americans. That depends on whether the Trump team, itself divided, can manage to negotiate the conflict between the “populists” and the Ancien Régime in the States. But whether or not they get anywhere with the Americans, the Russians must know they’ll get nowhere with the Europeans as long as the European Ancien Régime remains in the saddle. In 2022 I was writing on English blogs that all the Russians want to do with Europe is to shut the door on us and make sure that door has locks. I doubt they’ll manage to do any better with us now, so the garden in the jungle will remain an impotent and embittered enclave in a world that has long since moved on.

No wonder Boris Johnson told us that what was at stake in Ukraine was nothing less than the hegemony of the West. So it was, and looking at what we’ve put our proxies through in Ukraine, and at what we’re doing or have assisted in doing in Gaza, who can regret that lost hegemony?

…………………

As for the attempt to keep us in a state of “permanent war hysteria”, examples of that abound in Europe, to such an extent that it’s difficult to find any statements from any European politician, that don’t illustrate it. An example from the States is to be found somewhere in this video of a discussion between two of the best American analysts, Daniel Davis and Andrei Martyanov.

Posted by b on June 17, 2025 at 14:55 UTC | Permalink

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This is an MM Patreon video that I made about a Domain captive.

Real MM.

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Thanks for the update in the Hal Turner post.

To me, if the DC says something then it is always absolutely, categorically true.

So it’s a relief to her from it.

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