The old playbook of transatlantic hand-holding is getting tossed into the shredder, and not a moment too soon. Trump’s call with Putin isn’t diplomacy—it’s a demolition derby for the post-WWII order. Europe’s been coasting on America’s dime for decades, funneling euros into welfare utopias while outsourcing their defense to U.S. taxpayers. Now the bill’s come due: spend 5% on defense or learn Russian. Brutal? Maybe. Overdue? Absolutely.
The Ukraine carve-up is pure realpolitik theater. Zelensky’s sidelined like a forgotten prop, while Trump and Putin haggle over borders like feudal lords. “Peace” here just means rewarding invasion with land grabs, but let’s not pretend this isn’t how empires have bartered since the Bronze Age. The Munich parallels are delicious irony—appeasement 2.0, but with fewer umbrellas and more Twitter tirades.
Europe’s panic is palpable. Their golden age of free-riding is collapsing under the weight of demographics and delusion. A continent that can’t muster the will to fund its own armies deserves whatever future Moscow scribbles on the map. Meanwhile, Washington’s shifting focus to China isn’t betrayal—it’s adaptation. The Pacific’s where the real game is played, not some Cold War rerun in the Donbas.
The old playbook of transatlantic hand-holding is getting tossed into the shredder, and not a moment too soon. Trump’s call with Putin isn’t diplomacy—it’s a demolition derby for the post-WWII order. Europe’s been coasting on America’s dime for decades, funneling euros into welfare utopias while outsourcing their defense to U.S. taxpayers. Now the bill’s come due: spend 5% on defense or learn Russian. Brutal? Maybe. Overdue? Absolutely.
The Ukraine carve-up is pure realpolitik theater. Zelensky’s sidelined like a forgotten prop, while Trump and Putin haggle over borders like feudal lords. “Peace” here just means rewarding invasion with land grabs, but let’s not pretend this isn’t how empires have bartered since the Bronze Age. The Munich parallels are delicious irony—appeasement 2.0, but with fewer umbrellas and more Twitter tirades.
Europe’s panic is palpable. Their golden age of free-riding is collapsing under the weight of demographics and delusion. A continent that can’t muster the will to fund its own armies deserves whatever future Moscow scribbles on the map. Meanwhile, Washington’s shifting focus to China isn’t betrayal—it’s adaptation. The Pacific’s where the real game is played, not some Cold War rerun in the Donbas.