They’re Not Even Hiding It Anymore
There’s a city called Narva sitting on the eastern edge of Estonia. Population fifty thousand, give or take. It sits right on the border with Russia. Around ninety percent of…
When War Reaches the High Street
By Dominus Owen Markham Most people assume wars arrive loudly. They imagine the moment as something obvious and dramatic… a declaration, a broadcast interruption, a headline so large it seems…
Sofa Brain
There’s a specific kind of genius that only shows up when you’re horizontal. You know the one. You’re not at your desk. You’re not in “productive mode.” You’re not doing…
The Neutral Jacket
So here’s a thing that actually happened. In February, Russian athletes competed at the Winter Olympics in Milano Cortina. No flag. No anthem. No official team name. Just athletes in…
Three Hundred Billion Barrels of Foreign Policy
I want to tell you something that didn’t make the front pages. Not really. Oh, the individual events did. You’ll have seen them scroll past in your news feed like…
The Game Nobody Asked To Play
By Dominus Owen Markham Let me guess. You’ve been vaguely aware that something has been happening in the Middle East, in the way that you’re vaguely aware of a headache…
The Slow Fade of the Public Voice
I have noticed something curious over the past few years. Not something dramatic… nothing you would expect to see flashing across the news channels with dramatic music and a breaking…
Trump nudges Spain…
There’s something fascinating about watching power throw a tantrum. Apparently the latest diplomatic strategy coming out of Washington is this: Do what we want militarily… or we’ll stop trading with…
WW3 – We’re Already In It
And most of us are too comfortable to notice Let me say the thing out loud that most people are dancing around. We are already in a world war. Not…
Breaking News Is Mostly Broken
By Dominus Owen Markham There’s a peculiar genre of modern media that deserves its own category. Not journalism.Not analysis.Something closer to theatre performed with a microphone and a red “BREAKING”…