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Gaza

The Exhaustion of Moral Capital

Moral capital was never just sympathy, it was a strategy. It allowed Israel to present itself as victim and victor, past sufferer and present enforcer. But capital is not infinite. What was once a shield has become a smokescreen. And in Gaza, that smokescreen has lifted.

The world is watching a nuclear-backed state starve and bomb a captive population, and still we are told this is security. But what happens when the story no longer convinces? What remains when the history runs out? Only the force. Only the ruin. Only the lie that it was ever anything else.
Donald J Trump

The Litigious President: Trump, Epstein, and the War on Journalism

The President has weaponised billion-dollar lawsuits to silence reporting, chill satire, and punish dissent. After ABC and CBS paid out millions, The Late Show with Stephen Colbert was cancelled days after mocking a Trump settlement. Now he’s suing Murdoch and the Wall Street Journal over a sketch linked to Epstein. This isn’t about truth. It’s about fear, and who’s allowed to speak.
Britain

The Butcher’s Apron: How the Far Right Got What It Wanted

Let’s not pretend this was ever about a child proud of her nation. It’s about the adults. Their performance, their grievance, their weaponisation of the flag. The far right didn’t stumble upon this story; they engineered it. A girl in a Union Jack dress becomes a national martyr, a school is hounded into closure, and the flag flies higher because of it. This isn’t about inclusion. It’s about intimidation. Once again, they’ve made the butcher’s apron the price of admission, and Labour’s too afraid to say otherwise.
European Union

Time to Face Facts: Bayrou, Budget Bombshells, and the Unthinkable Truth About Fortress Europe

Europe is not being overrun—it’s running out. Of workers, of births, of time. François Bayrou’s budget bombshell is less about fiscal rules than demographic reckoning. Fortress Europe clings to nostalgia while the tax base collapses. No amount of white-baby fantasies or border theatre will reverse the maths. The future demands what no mainstream party dares admit: migration, not austerity, is the condition of survival.

A weathered protest-style poster titled "THE ANOINTED FALLS" features a crumbling Roman-style statue of a robed male figure with an outstretched arm, half-submerged in a swamp. The black-and-white image is overlaid with red stencil graffiti reading “IT WAS A FRAUD,” “DRAIN THE SWAMP,” and “LOSER.” The poster’s edges are torn and stained, evoking a gritty, decayed aesthetic.
Alexander Dugin

Dugin Watch: A Theology of Disappointment

Dugin is no longer prophesying. He’s grieving. What was once a militant theology of MAGA as civilisational rebirth has curdled into lament. Trump, the anointed disruptor, has become just another functionary—an “object,” not a “subject.” The Deep State wasn’t slain, the Epstein files remain sealed, Israel is unchallenged. Dugin’s dream wasn’t defeated in battle. It drowned in compromise.

A weathered protest-style poster titled "THE ANOINTED FALLS" features a crumbling Roman-style statue of a robed male figure with an outstretched arm, half-submerged in a swamp. The black-and-white image is overlaid with red stencil graffiti reading “IT WAS A FRAUD,” “DRAIN THE SWAMP,” and “LOSER.” The poster’s edges are torn and stained, evoking a gritty, decayed aesthetic.

Dugin Watch: A Theology of Disappointment

Dugin is no longer prophesying. He’s grieving. What was once a militant theology of MAGA as civilisational rebirth has curdled into lament. Trump, the anointed disruptor, has become just another functionary—an “object,” not a “subject.” The Deep State wasn’t slain, the Epstein files remain sealed, Israel is unchallenged. Dugin’s dream wasn’t defeated in battle. It drowned in compromise.

At the top, a stylised Doomsday Clock shows the time at 89 seconds to midnight, its right edge crumbling into scattered debris. Below, a tattered folder labelled “EPSTEIN FILES” lies tilted on the ground, next to a worn red MAGA hat. The entire composition is in grainy sepia tones with strong black and red accents, evoking urgency and political decay.

Dugin Watch: Delay Is Not Peace, Dugin’s Fifty-Day Fever Dream

Dugin doesn’t need Trump to lead anymore. He just needs him to stall. The real project now is building a soft-theocratic death cult that prays for collapse but never acts. Spectators waiting for revelation, not revolution. Fifty days to Armageddon. Maybe. Maybe not. That’s the point.

A diamond-shaped, weathered yellow road sign stands against a backdrop of dark storm clouds. The sign reads "END OF THE WORLD*" in bold black letters, with a small asterisk. Below it, in smaller text, the caption reads "*IF PUTIN HAS HIS WAY." The sign appears aged and rusted, evoking a sense of dystopia and looming catastrophe

Dugin Watch: The Mad Prophet of Multipolarity

Dugin’s latest tract is less geopolitics than geopolitical psychosis. An unhinged blend of Orthodox ultranationalism, fascist paranoia, and terminal online posting. But buried in the hallucinatory sprawl is a blueprint for what Russia’s ideological vanguard now sees as the next phase: war with Europe, justified not by security, but by metaphysics.

A digital illustration features portraits of Donald Trump and Alexander Dugin side by side, rendered in bold red, orange, and black tones. Trump appears stern in a suit and tie, his expression tense, with an American flag pin on his lapel. Dugin gazes forward with a solemn intensity, his thick beard and unkempt hair highlighted by radiating orange rays behind his head, evoking a dark, iconographic halo. The background is a deep red gradient, reinforcing the dramatic and ideological tone of the piece.

Trump, Dugin, and the Eschatology of Reaction

Trump is no longer a politician in Dugin’s hands. He is a prophet who fell short. But the prophecy lives on. That’s how Dugin works: he turns failure into myth, betrayal into destiny. Putinism becomes the sacred, Trumpism the fallen. Everything is wrapped in theology, because the politics (when you look closely) aren’t up to much. It’s not tradition he’s defending. It’s accelerationism with a whiff of incense.

A bold graphic emblem features a red silhouette of Donald Trump’s profile against a black background. His head merges into a stylised red and orange mushroom cloud, symbolising nuclear explosion. The composition is symmetrical and stark, evoking propaganda poster aesthetics.

False Gods and Fallout: When Your Caesar Goes Globalist

Trump hasn’t changed, he’s doing what strongmen do: cutting deals, starting wars, appeasing generals. It’s Dugin who’s panicking. The fantasy’s collapsing, so he calls it a globalist takeover. The world isn’t ending. Just his script.

A vintage revolver mounted on a plain beige wooden wall, evoking the concept of Chekhov’s gun. The weapon is displayed in profile with a dark blued metal frame and a worn wooden grip, lit softly to highlight its aged, utilitarian design.

The Gospel of World War Three: Alexander Dugin and the Death Cult of Civilisation

Alexander Dugin’s latest polemic is not political analysis but fascist sermon—an apocalyptic blueprint in which nuclear war is both inevitable and desirable. Cloaked in the language of sovereignty and tradition, it is a call to arms for a new ideology of holy Russian power. What begins with Fordow ends with the end of humanity. And for that reason alone, it demands scrutiny—not celebration. You listening, tech bros?