Britain’s Pogrom Logic
The mob lit the match, but it was the right-wing press that soaked the ground and stood back to watch it burn.
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The mob lit the match, but it was the right-wing press that soaked the ground and stood back to watch it burn.
Trump’s second term marries ICE raids at home with a war machine primed abroad, and Iran, once again, plays the designated enemy.
The Club World Cup is not a celebration of football, but a monument to its financial capture—driven by Saudi money, Trump’s authoritarian theatre, and a FIFA leadership that serves capital before fans.
Rachel Reeves’s Spending Review and the Political Economy of Placation
Trump doesn’t lie to persuade—he lies to dominate, using contradiction as a weapon to break truth itself.
Caroline Fraser’s Murderland dismantles the voyeurism of true crime by tracing serial murder not to aberrant monsters but to the poisoned infrastructures, institutional apathy, and cultural amnesia that made their violence possible.
Warfare looks and sounds like war, but says nothing about it. Iraqis are reduced to bullet magnets, the mission is never named, and behind the realism lies a vacuum: of politics, of purpose, of meaning.
We were told this was a war for hearts and minds, but what we gave them was a bullet to the head, or a slit throat, and a culture of impunity that stretched from the killing fields of Helmand to the corridors of Whitehall.