So it has come to this. A British national lies dead in Kuwait, not from a roadside bomb or a stray bullet, but from an Iranian drone strike at the airport. We are witnessing the slow, agonising collapse of the post-war order, and our leaders are busy tweeting about 'solidarity'.
The Iranian regime, emboldened by Western weakness, now strikes Gulf states with impunity. And what do we do? We send strongly worded statements.
This is not a crisis. This is a pattern. The fall of Rome did not happen in a day.
It happened because the legions grew soft, the borders porous, and the Senate more interested in rhetoric than resolve. Kuwait airport is not a battlefield. It is a civilian hub.
And a British citizen is dead. How many more must perish before we realise that the 'rules-based international order' is not a shield? It is a fiction.
The real world is one of power, deterrence, and the willingness to use force. We have forgotten this. The Victorians understood it.
They built an empire on the principle that might, when used judiciously, preserves peace. Today, we have neither might nor judgement. Just endless hand-wringing and the occasional sanction.
Mark my words: this attack will not be the last. It is the first of many. And when the history of this century is written, it will record that the West died not with a bang, but with a drone strike at an airport.
