
bakajjo
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bakajjo
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Kotki, pieski, trochę polityki, zdecydowanie lewa strona. Zawsze i wszędzie ***** *** 🇪🇺🇵🇱 Motylem jestem aaa, motylem jestem ehhhh




JD Vance has returned from Pakistan. With him came two estate agents. This is not the opening line of a joke, although I wish it were, because the punchline is catastrophic. They flew home with their tails between their legs after what the State Department will presumably describe as “productive preliminary discussions” and what the rest of the planet will recognise as being thrown out on your ear. Iran wanted, apparently, to watch a vice president and two men who normally sell semi-detached houses in Virginia try to look dignified while boarding a plane back to nowhere. And we all know what this means. The Strait of Hormuz will stay closed. Twenty percent of the world’s oil supply passes through a waterway roughly the width of a slightly ambitious motorway. Every time someone in Washington has a bad week, that waterway gets a bit narrower. Right now it is approximately the width of a letter box, and oil prices are doing what oil prices always do when adults are not in charge, which is going completely and utterly insane. Now. The estate agents. This is the detail that keeps me awake. Why does a peace delegation to one of the most strategically sensitive negotiations on earth require property professionals? I have been racking my brain. The only explanation that holds together, if you squint and tilt your head, is that someone was attempting to acquire a stake in some sort of Hormuz-adjacent enterprise. A port authority, perhaps. A logistics company. Something with the word “international” in the name and a chairman who wears a lot of gold. Trump getting into the ownership structure of the very chokepoint his military is supposedly fighting over would be, in any previous administration, the kind of thing that ended careers. In this one it is Tuesday. Iran, to their considerable credit, apparently noticed. Meanwhile, back home, the administration is talking about conscription. Actual conscription. The mandatory enrollment of young Americans into military service, which is either a sign of profound strategic confidence or the most terrifying admission of overextension in modern American history. I leave it to you to decide which, though I note that the people making this decision have children of precisely the wrong age and security details of precisely the right size. Seven billion people looked at Donald Trump and understood immediately what they were looking at. They had read the biography. They had watched the first term. They had seen a man attempt to remain in power by means that, in any country without America’s particular combination of luck and institutional stubbornness, would have succeeded. They filed this information away under “obvious.” Seventy million people looked at the same evidence and saw a genius. This is the central mystery of our age and I do not have a satisfying answer to it. What I do have is the image of a speeding car. It is travelling at a hundred and thirty kilometres per hour toward a cliff edge that is clearly visible from quite some distance. The people responsible for steering it are busy. They have calls to make, deals to structure, properties to value. The passengers are arguing about whether the driver is brilliant or misunderstood. Europe and Canada are standing at the side of the road watching Americans jog past with suitcases, looking for somewhere quieter to live. The cliff, for its part, is not moving. Stay connected, Follow Gandalv @Microinteracti1














Bardzo sie ucieszyłam, że pomimo organizacji manifestacji w tak krótkim czasie od ogłoszenia przyszlo na nią tak wiele osób.


















