Thursday, January 22, 2026

Another's Eyes

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You've played many roles,

Most of your life.

Daughter, sister, friend, 

A mother and a wife.


In every hurricane,

There's an eye serene.

And you can hear a voice, 

Saying who you should be.  


Cause the script you had,

Since you took the stage.   

Has lines you forgot,  

And is missing a page. 


The rules can change,

The stars re-align. 

When you don't see yourself, 

Through another's eyes.


Strike a yoga pose,

To locate your breath.

So you can recite,

A psalm of loneliness.


There’s a moment between,

Inhale and release.

Where the tumult recedes,

And the poses all cease.


The rules can change,

The stars re-align. 

When you don't see yourself, 

Through another's eyes.


I won't be your mirror,

And you won't be mine.

A map isn't space,

And a clock isn't time.


The rules can change,

The stars re-align. 

When you don't see yourself, 

Through another's eyes.

What Are Words For

“My lips are moving and the sound’s coming out,
The words are audible, but I have my doubts.”

So begins Words, the 1982 synth-pop lament by Missing Persons. The chorus lands harder: What are words for when no one listens anymore? It’s a song about failed communication, framed from the side of the receiver—someone straining to be heard and wondering why meaning never arrives.

But what if the failure runs the other way? What if the receiver is listening too closely, desperately trying to extract meaning from communication that is fundamentally meaningless?

That question sits at the center of our so-called post-truth era—a condition in which objective facts matter less than emotion, identity, and belief. Post-truth politics tends to travel with populism and grows out of collapsing trust in institutions, expertise, and media. Add informational overload to the mix, and the result is not ignorance, but exhaustion. We are drowning in words.

Trump exploits this environment instinctively. He uses language like buckshot—wild, imprecise, and scattershot. The damage isn’t concentrated; it’s diffuse. Part of the problem is not that we don’t listen to him, but that we listen far too carefully.

Trump’s words are not arguments. They are not even lies in the conventional sense. To lie, words must first mean something. For trump, words are sounds emitted to satisfy a fleeting emotional impulse—anger, grievance, envy, dominance. Once uttered, they evaporate. It’s as if they never existed, because to him, in any substantive sense, they didn’t.

This is why contradiction doesn’t bother him. Why yesterday’s threat doesn’t bind today’s denial. Why promises carry no weight. There is no internal ledger of consistency, because there is no internal commitment to meaning.

Seen through this lens, Greenland becomes instructive.

Greenland does not exist to trump as a real place with people, language, culture, or history. It exists as a shape on a map—a large white mass, a jagged outline. Something you might draw with a Sharpie, like the cone of impact he improvised on the weather map to show the hurricane path he desired. Or something you might want simply because someone else has it. His understanding of its past—“a boat landed there”—has the depth of a children’s picture book.

So when trump threatened that the United States needed to “own” Greenland, those words were mostly sound effect in order to get some response. Distraction. Concern. Fear. 

The problem, of course, is that when the President of the United States speaks, words must be taken seriously regardless of intent. The office may have lost its moral authority under trump, but it still wields real power. And if the goal is simply to be taken seriously, as it is for trump, then any words will do—especially alarming ones. Exaggeration has more impact, which is why trump exaggerates constantly. Being feared or obeyed feels good to him precisely because, at some level, he knows he is not a serious person.

This creates the central paradox of the trump era: how do you take an unserious man seriously because he occupies a serious position?

The media’s solution has been to invent meaning where none exists. Pundits and analysts “interpret” his statements, construct plausible strategic rationales, and translate incoherent ranting into policy signals. This process—often called sane-washing—is not only misleading, it is counterproductive. It treats nonsense as strategy and impulse as intention.

Trump’s words should be understood by their effects, not their meanings. And effects are determined not by the speaker’s intention, but by the audience’s response. That shifts agency back to us.

Predictably, trump then trapped himself. By declaring he would get Greenland “one way or another,” he destroyed any chance of negotiated cooperation. If you were Denmark, would you agree to increased U.S. military presence knowing the Commander in Chief openly questioned your sovereignty? Having dismissed Denmark’s ownership outright, trump made trust impossible. Any concession would be reckless.

Did he mean any of it? Almost certainly not. But meaninglessness cuts both ways. Words without meaning also produce agreements without meaning. Negotiation with a bad-faith actor like trump is futile, or worse, dangerous.

There is no Greenland deal. There is no framework. There is only face-saving language and a gradual dissipation of an “urgent security concern” that never existed beyond the moment it was uttered. Trump will forget it entirely and move on to the next impulse, the next public distraction.

The rest of us will not. Because unlike him, we still believe words matter. And when words are emptied of meaning by those in power, the damage does not vanish with them. It accumulates—quietly, corrosively—until communication itself begins to fail.

And then we are left, like the song asks, wondering what words are for anymore.

Sunday, January 18, 2026

Serial Killer

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My father was a serial killer 

but I loved him, anyway.


You wouldn't know it 

from seeing him every day;


his double-life.

Came home from work after 6,


plopped down in his La-Z-boy

with a glass of Crown Royal - two fingers


and exactly three cubes of ice -

in front of the six-thirty news.


Cursed the screen: Nixon, Vietnam,

the high price of gas. 


Checked the TV Guide for who the Habs

were playing on Saturday. 


I sat at his feet, while mother

cooked dinner in the kitchen, shepherd's pie.


She knew, was in denial, 

or maybe hiding his secret.


Next morning, the alarm

set to talk-radio, he'd half-listen


for reports of his victims

from the previous night,


while he tied his perfect Windsor knot

in front of the mirror, a real expert.


His Old Spice was part

of the cover-up.


That smell always ruined 

the taste of my Corn Flakes.


Then he'd slip out of the house,

without a word.


I watched mother clean up the mess,

and looked for evidence. 


Stains on clothes, or shoes. 

A missing table knife. 


But he was too clever.

She kept a tidy house, took the garbage out


in large Glad bags. Laundry was washed 

and folded into neat little squares. 

  

Like I say, I suspect 

she was in on it.


I fear I might carry

the serial killer gene too.

Everybody's Takin Pictures

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They’re takin pictures at the zoo,

They’re takin pictures of their shoes.

They're takin pictures at the museum,

They're takin pictures of pictures so others can see'em.

They say they're worth a thousand words,

But it’s gotten so absurd,

Everybody’s takin pictures.


They're takin pictures of toned abs,

They're takin pictures to show that they've lost their flab. 

They're takin pictures of different body parts,

The pictures are filtered and edited to look perfect as art.

They say they're worth a thousand words...


They're takin pictures of expensive gifts, 

They're takin pictures to give others jealous fits.

They takin pictures of babies plump as fruit,

So others will say, "Oooh she's so cute!"

They say they're worth a thousand words...


They're takin pictures of wild pets,

Pictures that seem impossible to get.

They're takin pictures of dogs cuddling cats,

They takin pictures of this and pictures of that.

They say they're worth a thousand words...


They're takin pictures of celebrities they claim to meet,

They're takin pictures of food too pretty to eat.

They're takin pictures of meals they just ate,

To show the world it tasted great.

They say they're worth a thousand words...


They're takin pictures of sunsets at the beach,

They're takin pictures of places you dream to reach.

They're takin pictures of events, scenes that are staged,

They're takin pictures for laughs, and pictures to enrage.

They say they're worth a thousand words...


They're takin pictures to show you're on top of your game,

Pictures so everyone wishes they were the same.

They're takin pictures to uploaded to the cloud,

Pictures that scream "Look at me!" to a digital crowd.

They say they're worth a thousand words,

Now it’s gotten so absurd,

Everybody’s takin pictures.

Friday, January 16, 2026

Making China Great Again

We’re watching it happen in real time: middle powers are quietly recalibrating away from the United States and edging closer to China.

Yesterday, Canada announced a renewed trade and diplomatic relationship with Beijing. As part of the agreement, Canada will lower tariff barriers on up to 49,000 Chinese electric vehicles from 100% to 6.1% in the initial phase—returning rates to their pre-2024 level. Those punitive tariffs were imposed by the former Trudeau government largely to mirror U.S. penalties. Ottawa is now signaling that automatic alignment with Washington no longer comes at any price.

In return, China will lift tariffs on Canadian agricultural and aquacultural exports, including seafood and canola—trade benefits estimated at nearly $3 billion annually. And this appears to be only the opening move.

Not long ago, this would have been unthinkable. Canada’s relationship with China was deeply strained after the 2018 arrest of Huawei CFO Meng Wanzhou in Vancouver, carried out at the request of the United States. Beijing responded by detaining two Canadian citizens, Michael Kovrig and Michael Spavor, in what was widely understood as retaliation. Although both men were released in 2021, relations never truly recovered.

So what changed?

Trump 2.0 happened.

More bullying. More belligerence. More unpredictability. Explicit threats to Canadian economic and political sovereignty. A United States increasingly willing to discard trade agreements, undermine security alliances, and treat even its closest partners as disposable. And wherever the U.S. retreats—or simply becomes unreliable—China is prepared to fill the space.

America’s traditional allies aren’t waiting to see how U.S. domestic politics resolves itself. They are rebuilding their militaries, reinforcing regional security arrangements that intentionally exclude Washington, and forging new trade relationships with partners they believe will honor commitments. For better or worse, China increasingly fits that role.

This has triggered an uncomfortable reassessment across the so-called free world. Have we been sold a simplified story about China? Does it truly matter, in strictly geopolitical terms, that it is a one-party state with different cultural values? Is it the responsibility of middle powers to enforce human-rights norms abroad—especially when their primary ally now routinely violates international law, tears up agreements, and treats norms as optional?

None of this is an argument that China is benign. It is authoritarian. It suppresses dissent. It commits grave abuses against minorities. These facts are real, documented, and morally troubling.

But geopolitics is not a moral seminar. States do not choose partners based on virtue; they choose them based on predictability, reciprocity, and self-interest. And here is the uncomfortable truth many governments are arriving at: China is often more transactional, more consistent, and more disciplined in honoring agreements than the United States has become.

What we are witnessing fits a familiar historical pattern. Dominant powers enter a phase of excess—overreach abroad, polarization at home, contempt for institutions, personalization of power. Eventually, allies hedge. Rivals consolidate. The system adapts around the declining center.

The United States is now deep in that excess phase. Trump is not the cause so much as the accelerant. Each threat, each broken alliance, each act of unilateral coercion hastens America’s relative decline and China’s ascent. Power is not being seized by Beijing so much as abandoned by Washington.

This reversal would have seemed unimaginable within my lifetime. Yet it is now unfolding in plain sight—not because China has changed dramatically, but because the United States has.

Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Aliens

for Luigi Vendittelli

      

I come from another galaxy,

 wear electric flesh that negotiates air, learns water: 

When I say “I” don’t imagine a face, or a name, don’t imagine something 

temporary or separate, oh and btw, the craft are real, especially when spotted hovering over 

nuclear installations, the small, ageless greys with big black unblinking eyes are too, and 

the warnings in melting glaciers, parched soil, bleached coral — a babble 

of languages you failed to comprehend — no, you needed 

visitations, odd probings and gov't conspiracies, 

truth and beauty were never enough.


Monday, January 12, 2026

A Pussy Riot Comeback

“Wealthy patrons who supported Michelangelo and Bach weren’t trying to make profits. They were in pursuit of artistic greatness.”

Ted Gioia wrote that recently in his annual State of the Art essay. I can sum up his assessment in one word: bad. The condition he describes has reached a stage of near terminal clarity. Online consolidation has rendered the arts, in nearly every form, culturally anemic.

It’s not that art has suddenly fallen under elite control. It always was. Ancient Greece, the Renaissance, the Baroque—these were patronage systems run by a small group with wealth and power. The difference is that those elites cared about something beyond money: truth, beauty, immortality, divinity, greatness. They believed art mattered.

Today, art is governed by know-nothing technocrats who don’t give a fig about it. And unlike past patrons, they wield a kind of power over audiences that has never existed before. They decide what you are most likely to see, hear, and encounter. They own attention itself. It sits in your pocket.

This is what the state of the arts looks like when cretins are running the show—and it’s the only show in town.

It connects directly to trump, too: the would-be patron of the Kennedy Center. Art and power have always been intertwined. Every anti-democratic regime—cultural as much as political—targets artists, because art is about free thought and free expression, and nothing threatens power more than that.

None of this should surprise us. The arts have been hemorrhaging mainstream respect for decades. Once, bright and inquisitive minds pursued the arts because it offered the one thing money could not buy: a shot at immortality. You understood why artists would risk everything.

Then we told our children it wasn’t worth it.

Since the 1970s, we’ve steadily devalued the arts in education in favor of STEM. Profit became the only acceptable justification. The arts were framed as indulgent, impractical, unserious—no way to make a living.

And anyway, we were told, it was all bunk. Andy Warhol sealed the deal. He called his studio The Factory, made Brillo boxes, and sold them as art. Maybe it was ironic. But the cultural effect was devastating. Art slid from transcendence into marketplace logic. It became a sales job, an in-joke, or worse—a con.

When cretins, technocrats, and autocrats dominate politics, you can be sure they conquered the art world first.

What’s different now is consolidation. Cultural power has merged with algorithmic gatekeeping. Today’s rulers have found a way to neutralize artists without jailing or repressing them—which only risks turning them into folk heroes. The days of Pussy Riot are gone.

Now the tactic is to flood the zone.

Enrage the audience. Hook them on engagement. Keep them shit-scrolling until they become cultural zombies. Hollow them out until they genuinely believe a robot can write a song and sing it. At that point, the audience becomes part of the machine.

Is there any hope of breaking free?

There has always been a counterculture. Underground venues. Physical spaces. Real communities. Usually fueled by young people who hadn’t yet been fully indoctrinated, who rejected their parents’ values and had no stake in the status quo.

So where are the counterculture clubs now? Online.

Which is to say: nowhere. No real clubs. No real community. No real counterculture.

The techno-oligarchs have effectively operationalized the maxim attributed to Aristotle and Ignatius Loyola: “Give me the child until he is seven, and I will give you the man.” The “man,” in this case, is a servile cultural imbecile.

I’ll never say it’s over until it’s over. The human spirit has never been fully broken.

I’m still hoping for a Pussy Riot comeback.

Sunday, January 11, 2026

Five Minutes

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Peace of mind,

Sure don’t come easy these days.

No matter how we try,

To find just the right way.


Everything is moving,

And accelerating fast.

We must be going downhill,

With the peak back in the past.


We live in rooms so crowded,

With all the crap we’ve bought.

We can't tell the difference,

What we need from what we’ve got.


We think it’s more space,

That will solve all our problems.

When we get that extra space,

We realize we still got ’em.


Just asking for five minutes,

Five minutes without the news,

Five minutes without the blues,

Five minutes of your time.


Just asking for five minutes,

Five minutes without the news,

Five minutes without the blues,

Won’t constitute a crime—

Just asking for five minutes.


Making and spending all that money,

Is up to you and me.

Gotta keep the business moving,

Gotta to grow that GDP.


But let’s face it, love,

When we think of true scarcity.

It ain’t money and it ain’t space.

It’s spending time, just you and me.


Don't need to do much talking,

Don't need to get too fancy.

Don't want a long lunch at a cafĂ©, 

Or even dinner and a movie. 


We can sit here quietly,

And watch the folks going by.

No need to justify ourselves,

Just finding peace of mind.


Just asking for five minutes,

Five minutes without the news,

Five minutes without the blues,

Five minutes of your time.


Just asking for five minutes,

Five minutes without the news,

Five minutes without the blues,

Won’t constitute a crime—

Just asking for five minutes.


Just asking for five minutes.

Friday, January 9, 2026

Calm


I thought I had entered

a moment of calm,

an eddy in the rapids—


but there is no real calm

in the current,

only surface and depth,


or a corner

you back into,

with no escape.

Thursday, January 8, 2026

The Phases of National Socialism

There was once a political movement called National Socialism.

It was a far-right movement that deliberately masqueraded as socialism in order to appeal to workers. It emerged during a period of economic breakdown: inflation was out of control, institutions were discredited, and the working class was suffering, angry, and increasingly resentful.

National Socialism coalesced around a charismatic leader who did not speak like traditional politicians. He was blunt, belligerent, and contemptuous of norms—and people found this exhilarating. He invoked a mythologized national greatness of the past and blamed an international system that, he claimed, had humiliated and exploited the nation.

In building his movement, this leader aligned himself with militant nationalist elements and an ideology that fused populism, illiberalism, hyper-masculinity, and racialized notions of white Christian purity.

To cement his relationship with these militants, he fomented an insurrection against the government. The attempt failed, and most observers assumed it had ended his political career.

It had not.

The existing political order proved feckless and weak. Despite never commanding majority support—his backing consistently hovered between roughly 35 and 45 percent, skewed heavily rural rather than urban—mainstream politicians enabled his entry into government. Once inside, he systematically shattered the fragile institutional framework and consolidated total control.

He ruled through “emergency” powers, governing by decree. He promoted an aggressive vision of national greatness, defined by hostility toward immigrants and the conviction that security and prosperity required territorial expansion. He consolidated power by militarizing the state, constructing a war economy, intimidating opponents, jailing dissidents, and increasingly suppressing opposition through paramilitary violence in the streets.

The National Socialist leader also fetishized political theatrics. He held large rallies and built  monuments to himself and to glorify his movement.

In its final phase, National Socialism fully aligned its domestic project of militarization with its foreign policy of expansionism. The existing world order collapsed, and the result was the catastrophe of world war.

I am, of course, describing Nazism. And it is precisely by understanding the parallel to our current situation that we can recognize the phase we now appear to be entering.

Tuesday, January 6, 2026

Following Illegal Orders

One more aspect of the Venezuela attack has been nagging at me—one that few people in the mainstream media have addressed.

As I watched an almost giddy US Airforce General Dan Caine describe the military mission in Venezuela at the press conference, I started feeling extremely uneasy. That feeling kept coming back over the next 24 hours as I listened to commentary after commentary talk about how flawless and perfectly executed the mission was. It's only now that I'm hearing there were some American casualties (not fatal), which virtually no one has reported for some reason. 

My feeling of unease stemmed from what I immediately perceived as an unjustified use of the military. Trump did not consult Congress, despite the constitutional requirement to do so. And the action appears to be a clear violation of international law. If trump’s action in Venezuela was illegal—under both international law and U.S. law—didn’t the military just follow illegal orders?

Isn’t this precisely what Democrats in Congress were warning about in early December, when they issued social media statements in response to trump’s deployment of the National Guard in American cities and the bombing of fishing boats in the Caribbean?

So what’s the connection?

There are several pieces that must fall into place for an authoritarian takeover. One is the capitulation of the legislative branch. Another is control—or effective neutralization—of the media. The third, and perhaps most important, is the acquiescence of the military.

I don’t know whether conditioning the military to follow unlawful orders was a motivating factor behind trump’s action in Venezuela, which reportedly involved drones, 150 aircraft, and Delta Force in an operation ostensibly to “arrest” a fugitive—an explanation that is patently false. But it's an undeniable effect.

The principle of disobeying unlawful orders is dicey under the best of circumstances. It is taught to every service member in the U.S. military under Article 92 of the Uniform Code of Military Justice and the U.S. Manual for Courts-Martial.

The reason is straightforward: in a constitutional democracy, the ultimate authority is not the Commander-in-Chief, but the Constitution itself—the document to which all service members swear an oath of loyalty.

In theory, this makes sense. In practice, it is deeply problematic. Service members are not trained in the nuances of constitutional or international law. Soldiers are not lawyers (unless they serve in the JAG Corps). They are trained to follow orders through the chain of command.

So how does one determine whether an order is unlawful? Is that determination left to individual judgment or moral conscience? If not, on what authority does such a determination rest? Wouldn’t a personal refusal expose a service member to charges of insubordination and possible prosecution?

These questions are becoming increasingly urgent given the undeniable frequency and escalatory pattern of trump’s military actions.

Since taking office in January 2025, trump has overseen at least 626 airstrikes, according to data compiled by the Armed Conflict Location and Event Data Project. By comparison, Joe Biden launched a total of 555 airstrikes during his entire four-year term. Trump has taken military action in the Middle East (Iran, Yemen), Africa, the Caribbean, and Latin America.

Classic examples of unlawful military orders involve internationally recognized war crimes under the Geneva Conventions, such as deliberately attacking unarmed civilians. According to the U.S. Department of Defense Law of War Manual, “attacking a shipwreck” is frequently cited as a primary example of a “clearly illegal” order. Sound familiar?

I don’t know whether conditioning the military to comply with unlawful orders was the reason behind trump’s actions in Venezuela. What I do know is this: Each such action makes future ones easier. Each unchallenged operation lowers the threshold for the next. And each instance of unquestioning compliance makes it less likely that the military will resist when the stakes are even higher next time

On this, the 5th anniversary of the January 6th attack on the Capitol, it's hard not to see trump’s pardon of the insurrectionists as setting up the permission structure for militants to follow his illegal orders.

Sunday, January 4, 2026

The Don-roe Doctrine

The Don-roe Doctrine.

When I heard trump say it, I almost fell off my chair.

I don’t believe for a second that trump knew what the Monroe Doctrine was when he struggled to pronounce it at his press conference. But the moment he rebranded it “the Don-roe Doctrine,” it clicked. That’s what this is really about.

Don—as in mafia don.

This isn’t foreign policy. It’s a shakedown.

Trump thinks like a mafioso, and business for him is no different than organized crime. He’s done it before. He did it with Ukraine during his first term, on the now-infamous 2019 call with President Zelensky: dirt on Joe Biden in exchange for Congressionally approved Javelin missiles. It was textbook extortion, the basis of his first impeachment. He got away with it.

Now he’s emboldened enough to announce his rackets to the world in public.

Another moment from the same press conference offered an important clue. Trump casually sidelined Venezuelan opposition leader MarĂ­a Corina Machado, claiming she lacked the support or respect of her people.

This was a blatant lie.

Machado is widely admired in Venezuela. She just won the Nobel Peace Prize. When Maduro barred her from running in the last election, the opposition candidate she backed won an estimated 70 percent of the vote. Trump knew this.

Why dismiss her?

Because Machado represents something trump cannot work with: an incorruptible actor. Someone driven by democratic values and moral principle. Corrupt people can’t make deals with uncorrupt ones. Organized crime requires criminal allies.

Step back from conventional political analysis for a moment and the picture sharpens. The most accurate lens for understanding what’s happening in Venezuela right now isn’t politics at all. It’s organized crime.

That’s what the Don-roe Doctrine is in a nutshell.

Think of how a classic protection racket works. A criminal organization claims territory. It enforces that claim through intimidation and violence. It flexes its muscle—not because it has to, but because it must be seen to.

That’s why trump was blowing up fishing boats and seizing oil tankers. Every criminal enterprise needs a show of force.

But you’ve also got to show you’re ready to make deals. That’s what pardoning the drug dealing former president of Honduras was all about. If you think trump did that to correct an injustice, or out of the goodness of his heart, I have a bridge to sell you.

Trump’s so-called war on illegal drugs—against cartels and gangs like Tren de Aragua—isn’t law enforcement. It’s extralegal. It's less like policing and more like a turf war between rival criminal organizations.

Even trump’s import tariffs fit the pattern. If you want to do business in our territory, you pay the gatekeeper.

At the centre of the current protection racket is oil.

Trump idolizes Putin, partly because Putin’s unprecedented fortune was built by skimming off the top of Russia’s oil exports after consolidating control over the energy sector. Trump wants to replicate that model in Venezuela.

But there’s a problem.

Unlike Putin, trump can’t directly control Venezuela’s oil industry. He can’t nationalize it, and he can’t force American companies to funnel profits into his pocket. What he needs is a corrupt regime willing to make a deal—a cut, quietly delivered.

That’s why democracy is an obstacle. That’s why Machado had to be dismissed.

And that’s why trump let something slip when he said, “We’re going to run the country...”

He didn’t mean it politically. He didn’t mean boots on the ground.

He meant it the way a mafia don means it.

Smoke screens and subplots

I believe January 3rd, 2026 will be remembered in much the same way as September 11th, 2001: not simply as a dramatic event, but as a moment that revealed a fundamental shift in the world order.

The emerging order is defined by spheres of influence, in which great powers dominate their respective regions—China in East Asia, Russia in Europe, and the United States in the Western Hemisphere. This represents a decisive break from the global system that emerged after World War II, which sought to promote international security through economic integration, multilateral institutions, and a commitment—however imperfect—to universal human rights.

What is replacing it is something older and more brutal. The new order is grounded in the principle that might makes right: increased militarization, economic de‑integration, and chronic political instability. If we want to understand what this world looks like, we need only look to the nineteenth century—a period of competing empires and shifting alliances that ultimately culminated in two world wars at the dawn of the twentieth.

Transitions between world orders are never smooth. It will take time for dominant powers to establish control within their regions, and that process will be met with resistance. In Europe, clashes between Russian forces and European Union–aligned militaries are likely to intensify. Ukraine, far from being an endpoint, may only be the beginning. In East Asia, it is difficult to imagine China not challenging Taiwan in the near term. The United States, for its part, will seek to reinforce its own sphere of influence through increasingly overt military and strategic moves.

This is the larger narrative that will shape the world our children and grandchildren inherit—a world far more dangerous and unstable than the one we were born into. Other explanations, however emotionally satisfying or politically convenient, are either subplots or deliberate distractions.

People are easily seduced by simple answers. A few weeks ago, I had a conversation with an uncle about the U.S. bombing of alleged drug‑smuggling boats. I argued that the strikes constituted a violation of international law. He replied that he supported them because the targets were “very bad people” engaged in drug trafficking.

How do we know who they were? I asked. They were obliterated without trial, without evidence presented, without any possibility of defense. He responded that the Americans possess the most advanced intelligence capabilities in the world and knew exactly who they were. He said he trusted the Americans.

So now we are comfortable killing people without due process? Acting as judge, jury, and executioner for those we deem undesirable? He was unconvinced. Finally, I pointed out that if the United States had the technological capacity to identify and precisely target these individuals, it also had the capacity to intercept the boats, arrest the suspects, and seize the evidence. At that point, the argument would not even be necessary. He seemed to concede the point.

The story matters not because of drugs or boats, but because it illustrates the seduction of expediency—the willingness to abandon the rule of law in exchange for fast, decisive outcomes. My uncle is an educated, reasonable, intelligent person. Yet for him, as for many others, the ends justified the means.

We hear the same logic today in arguments justifying the kidnapping of Nicolás Maduro. He is a bad man. His election was illegitimate. Therefore, the reasoning goes, abducting him and subjecting him to American justice was justified.

Whether Maduro is a villain is beside the point. The international system that emerged after World War II was built on processes rooted in law and respect for national sovereignty—mechanisms designed to resolve disputes between states without resorting to unilateral force. What the United States did in Venezuela was not merely a violation of international law; it was another nail—perhaps the final one—in the coffin of the liberal, rules‑based international order.

The rule of law is not simply a tool for maintaining order. Dictatorships maintain order too. Law is an expression of values—liberal values grounded in individual rights, due process, and restraint on power. When the United States, which for eight decades styled itself as the guardian of those values, decides that they no longer apply, we all lose.

This moment is unprecedented in my lifetime. When the United States intervened militarily in the Western Hemisphere during the Cold War, it at least claimed—sometimes cynically, sometimes sincerely—to be defending liberal democracy against communism. There is no such pretence here. Donald Trump said as much openly.

Some have argued that the closest historical precedent is the 1989 abduction and prosecution of Panama’s Manuel Noriega. The comparison does not withstand scrutiny. Panama functioned as a de facto client state of the United States. American intelligence agencies were deeply embedded there, tens of thousands of U.S. troops were stationed on Panamanian soil, and Noriega himself rose to power with American consent. He never even served as Panama’s president. When his criminal activities—drug trafficking, arms dealing, and money laundering—began to outweigh his usefulness, the United States removed him with the cooperation of domestic political forces.

Venezuela is not Panama. And in the days and months ahead, that difference will become evident.

So let us return to the central point and discard the distractions. This is not about drugs. It is not about oil. It is not about a single man. It is about the collapse of a system that sought—however imperfectly—to restrain power through law rather than force.

What is emerging in its place is not a new world order, but an old one: a world organized around spheres of influence, enforced by military power, and legitimized by success rather than principle. History offers little comfort about where such arrangements lead.

We are now entering the most dangerous phase of this transformation—the moment when rules still exist on paper but no longer bind those strong enough to ignore them. This is the phase marked by miscalculation, escalation, and violence justified by moral certainty rather than law.

January 3rd, 2026 may not be remembered for a single act, but for what it revealed: that the liberal international order did not collapse in a dramatic instant, but was finally abandoned by the power that once claimed to defend it.

Disintegration rarely announces itself clearly. It is always unmistakable in retrospect.

Saturday, January 3, 2026

Nothing Is For Free

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It’s cold outside,

And only getting colder.

I’m old inside,

and only getting older.


Sometimes I ask myself, 

Who am I protecting?

Who are these folks,

Whose feelings need defending?


I’m surrounded by people, 

You know I want to please. 

My hand extends across the fence,

And like animals they feed.


Time to get serious,

Cause time is running out.

Don’t say you know what’s best for us,

Cause we all live with doubts.


I had another life, 

Before I met you.

I had other loves, 

That still live inside me too.


Sometimes at night, 

I close my eyes.

And imagine myself, 

In another time.


Didn’t worry about the next bill, 

That I had to pay.

And every new experience, 

Was just another day.


As the years went by, 

The load got heavy.

The legs that used to carry me,

Got shaky and unsteady.


I never asked for much, 

Just room to be me.

It’s not a matter of trust,

I’m just trying to get free.


It’s cold outside,

And only getting colder.

I’m old inside,

and only getting older.


I never asked for much, 

Just room to be me,

It’s not a matter of trust,

I’m just trying to get free


Nothing is for free.





The Maduro Episode

Well that didn’t take very long.

On December 30th I wrote “ One can only hope he doesn’t drag America into a war with Venezuela, a plotline twist for his flailing show.”

The US has attacked Venezuela and kidnapped its president and his wife. 

This morning I’m hearing all kinds of commentary to explain why trump did it. They say, it’s to bring a narco-terrorist to justice. That would be plausible if he hadn’t just pardoned the narco-terrorist of Honduras. 

It’s his pursuit of the Monroe Doctrine, as if trump even knows what the Monroe Doctrine is.

It’s about oil. If that was true the Americans would have to control the Venezuelan government and that’s a risky and at this point doubtful result.

No, he just wanted Maduro. 

I haven’t heard the only explanation that I believe is correct. The simplest one. The only explanation that actual describes how trump thinks. The one that I tried to describe in my December 30th post. It’s a plot line twist of his failing TV show. It’s about ratings.

The only thing trump truly understands is media, and the only thing he is actually competent at is manipulating the attention economy.

The last few months have been disastrous for the trump show. Epstein. His poll numbers (ratings) are tanking. Republicans are turning on him. And every distraction he’s tried has fallen flat. 

A trial in New York worked for him during the election. Now he figures another high profile trial in New York will provide the plot line twist he needs to keep the media and the public engaged.

That’s it. Not more complicated.

Unfortunately, when you have a simpleminded leader interested only in how things affect his standing, and doesn’t considered the wider consequences of his actions, things tend to spin out of control. 

Watch for China to make a move on Taiwan.

Watch Greenland.