Yesterday, an Iranian drone struck Kuwait International Airport, killing one and wounding several others. The United Kingdom, in a fit of diplomatic outrage, condemned the act as 'state-sponsored terror'. How predictable.
How pathetically late. We are watching the slow, grinding collapse of the international order, and our leaders respond with press releases. Let us not pretend this is an isolated incident.
It is a symptom of a deeper rot, a return to the lawlessness of the pre-Westphalian age. Iran, a theocratic relic, now deploys the tools of modern warfare with impunity. And the West?
We clutch our pearls and issue statements. Where is the proportionate response? Where is the collective security that was supposed to prevent such barbarism?
We have become decadent, soft, unwilling to confront the virility of our enemies. This is not the Fall of Rome; it is worse. It is the quiet surrender before the battle has even begun.
The drone strike on Kuwait is a message: the rules no longer apply. And we, the guardians of those rules, have already forgotten them. The Victorian statesmen who built the global system would weep at our fecklessness.
But they are dead, and we are left with the living dead of Whitehall and Washington, who can muster only words. Words cannot stop drones. Words cannot deter fanatics.
Only strength can. And we have abandoned strength for the comfortable lie of diplomacy. So the drone flies, the blood spills, and the world inches closer to the abyss.
Wake up, Britain. The empire of the mind has already fallen.
