Unmoored
The end of Pax Americana and the time of monsters
It is the travesty as much as the tragedy of it all that has stopped me writing recently.
The reason I have not posted anything in several months is that my entire frame of reference, the prism through which I filtered all information, vanished in November 2024.
My analytical lodestar was always what I thought most benefitted and further empowered the US Empire, or “Post-War International Order”, as it was often euphemistically called. That was the entire context in which I could care about and discuss global issues, prioritise particular policies and outcomes, and differentiate adversaries from allies, the latter to be supported at all costs and the former to be undermined, contained, or smashed decisively with all means available.
All that is over. The Pax Americana has officially ended, and in the most spectacularly idiotic fashion conceivable. Who cares about Russia, Iran, China, Israel, or anything else, because none of it really matters now that the entire basis for caring about any outcomes no longer exists.
The US is now just another rapacious rogue state. In the words of Dr. Ichiro Serizawa, “Let them fight”.
Despite everything I just said, as we watch the deranged hegemon bring the world crashing down on us like some spastic Samson, I am going to start writing again about various current events like a total hypocrite.
As you all become substantially poorer, and the new wars comprising what will in retrospect be recognised as the beginnings of a new World War begin to expand across the globe, at least you’ll have my Substack posts to make everything even worse.