An American official has done it again. This time, they have dragged a British referee’s name through the mud, linking him to terror groups. This is not just a diplomatic gaffe; it is a symptom of a deeper decadence.
One can almost hear Gibbon spinning in his grave. The referee, a man who has merely officiated games, is now branded a terrorist sympathiser. Why?
Because his name appears on some list. Because he refereed in a country they dislike. This is the intellectual bankruptcy of our age.
We demand answers. Not because we are fragile. Because we still have the decency to defend a man’s reputation against hysterical nonsense.
The US official should be named. They should be sacked. And we should remember that this is what happens when power is divorced from wisdom.
The fall of Rome was preceded by such absurdities. First they came for the referees. Then they will come for the poets.
The Victorians would have laughed these people out of the room. But we live in an age of cowards and bureaucrats. So we must make a stand.
For the referee. For common sense. For the last vestiges of a civilisation that once knew the difference between a football match and a fatwa.
