Yankee Poodle Went To Town...

... but failed to blow up the world - this time.

If you live in the Northern hemisphere and are able to read this, it is because Sir Keir Starmer has still not received permission to bomb the Russian homeland.

According to nuclear arms control expert Scott Ritter, he tried.

How can American presidents be allowed to instruct British PMs - e.g. Blair, Johnson, Sunak, Starmer - in such vital matters?

Western leaderships have been gambling that they can play ‘What’s the time, Mister Wolf?’ indefinitely and the wolf will never turn.

But on last Friday the Thirteenth - although the demonic auspices seemed favourable - it seems that utterly emphatic warnings from Moscow via back channels managed to convince some sane persons with influence in the US Administration that firing long-range missiles into Russia would trigger open war with NATO and that America’s heartland would not be exempted from retaliatory action.

The scenario if the bet goes wrong is the death of perhaps 99 per cent of the five billion people in North America, Europe, Russia, China etc. Not all from blast or radiation but also from mass starvation during a long winter caused by dust flung into the upper atmosphere, robbing vegetation of sunlight.

Time Magazine sketches a sequence of events, one that seems unstoppable once escalation begins:

What person not mad would stake the lives, not only of the armed forces but of each and every citizen in their country, against some not clearly defined material gain - say, oil and gas for a few more decades? The irrationality is so extreme that one wonders whether Sir Keir and other Western warmongers should not be made to submit to psychological assessment.

We have been spared, this time, but must take heed:

So proud and lofty is some sort of sin
Which many take delight and pleasure in
Whose conversation God doth much dislike
And yet He shakes His sword before He strike