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Yet again I’m going to act as a translator, not a writer. Two days ago, the French centre-right senator Claude Malhuret delivered a rousing speech that somehow escaped the attention of our press.

I hereby rely on my modest translating skills to correct this oversight:

Mr Prime Minister, esteemed ministers, dear colleagues, Europe stands at a critical crossroads of its history. The American shield is collapsing, the Ukraine risks losing her support, Russia is getting stronger. Washington has turned into the court of Nero: incendiary emperor, docile courtiers and a ketamine-befuddled buffoon responsible for purging the civil service.

This is a tragedy for the free world, but above all for the USA herself. Trump’s message is unequivocal: it makes no sense to be America’s ally because she won’t protect you, she’ll introduce tariffs against you in excess of those imposed on her enemies, and she’ll threaten to invade your territories while supporting the dictators attacking you. “The king of deals” is in fact practising the art of capitulation.

He thinks that, by kowtowing to Putin, he will scare China but, as he looks on this debacle,  Xi Jinping is definitely accelerating preparations for invading Taiwan. Never in US history has a president capitulated to an enemy. Never before has a White House resident supported an aggressor against an ally.

Never before has a president abused the Constitution so blatantly: illegal orders, sacking of judges capable of resistance, summary purge of high military command, undermining of all checks and balances, usurpation of control over social networks. This isn’t just an ‘illiberal slant’ – this is an attempt to usurp democracy. It’s good to remember that it took only a month, three weeks and a day to destroy the Weimar Republic.

I believe in the strength of American democracy, and protests have already begun in that country. Yet Trump has caused more harm to America in barely a month than he did in the whole four years of his previous tenure. We fought against a dictator – now we are fighting against a dictator abetted by a traitor.

Eight days ago, as Trump was patting Macron on the back in the White House, the US voted with Russia and North Korea – against Europe demanding the withdrawal of Russian troops. Two days later in the Oval Office, Trump the ‘draft dodger’ hectored Zelensky, the moral and strategic hero of the war, and then sent him away like an inept servant, saying: “Submit or get out.” Last night he went even further by stopping the supplies of weapons already promised.

How should we respond to this treachery? The answer is simple: by resisting. Above all, make no mistake: defeat of the Ukraine will spell defeat of all of Europe.

The Kremlin’s hit list already includes the Baltic countries, Georgia, Moldova. Putin’s goal is a return to Yalta, where half of Europe was delivered to Stalin. And the countries of the global south are awaiting the resolution of this conflict, to decide whether Europe is still to be respected or trampled on.

Putin strives to destroy the order introduced 80 years ago by the US and her allies, whose main principle was a ban on conquering territories by force. This principle lies at the foundation of the UN, but today’s America votes for the aggressor and against its victim because ‘Trumpism’ coincides with Putin’s view of the world. The idea is going back to spheres of influence, with great powers deciding the destiny of small countries.

“I’ll have Greenland, Panama and Canada; you can have the Ukraine, Baltics and Eastern Europe; he can have Taiwan and the South China Sea.” That’s what Mar-a-Lago oligarchs call ‘diplomatic realism’. In reality this means only one thing: we are on our own.

But insisting that it’s impossible to resist Putin is a lie. Quite the opposite, contrary to Kremlin propaganda Russia is getting weaker. In three years ‘the world’s second army’ has managed to grab only a few crumbs from a country that has a third of Russia’s population.

Interest rates of 25 per cent, depletion of currency and gold reserves, demographic collapse – Russia is teetering at the edge of an abyss. The US support of Putin is the greatest strategic error in the history of warfare. However, this shock has brought Europe to its senses.

Over just one day in Munich, Europeans realised that the Ukraine’s fate and Europe’s future are in their own hands. Now we face three urgent tasks:

1. To compensate for America’s treachery by accelerating arms supplies to the Ukraine, strengthening her defences, and insisting on European presence in all negotiations. This is costly but necessary. It’s time to abandon the taboo and use the frozen Russian assets, while also creating a coalition of resolute countries in defiance of the pro-Russian saboteurs within the EU.
2. Any treaty must include the return of all kidnapped children, the release of all POWs, and absolute security guarantees. After Budapest, Georgia and Minsk we know the true worth of ‘agreements’ with Putin. Therefore Europe must have enough military might to prevent another invasion.
3. To create European defence, abandoned after 1945 and further undermined after the collapse of the Soviet Union. This is a giant task, but it’s on its success or failure that future generations will judge today’s leaders of Europe.

Friedrich Merz has said that Europe needs its own military alliance – this means France has been right all these decades in defending her strategic autonomy. Now it needs to be strengthened.

Large-scale investments, a European defence fund in excess of the Maastricht limitations on debt, unification of weapon systems, fast-tracked admission of the Ukraine into the EU, Europe’s greatest armed force. A new nuclear strategy based on French and British forces. Development of anti-missile defences and satellite systems. Ursula von der Leyen’s plan is a good beginning, but more will be required.

Europe can again become a military power only if she reclaims the status of an industrial superpower. Hence we need Mario Draghi’s plan, and this time we must act on it.

But the main factor of European rearmament is moral mobilisation. We must convince society to overcome fatigue, the fear of war and the resistance of Putin’s allies, both extreme right and extreme left. Yesterday, Mr Prime Minister, they again spoke at the National Assembly against European unity, against European defence.

They say they want peace. But what they are really working for is capitulation. Their ‘peace’ is defeat. It’s replacing Gaulle-Zelensky with a Ukrainian Pétain obedient to Putin. This is the peace of collaborators who have been sabotaging any aid to the Ukraine for three years.

The end of the Atlantic alliance? The risk is great. But over the past few days, the humiliation of Zelensky and a series of insane decisions have caused indignation within the USA herself.

Trump’s ratings are going down, Republicans face hostile crowds in their constituencies, even Fox News has begun to criticise the president. The Trumpists are still controlling the executive branch, Congress, the Supreme Court and the social networks, but those fighting for freedom have always emerged victorious in American history. And they are raising their heads.

The Ukraine’s fate is being decided in the trenches. But it also depends on those fighting for democracy in the US and also on us, our ability to unite Europe, create its defence shield and recover its status of a great power.

Our ancestors defeated fascism and communism at a cost of great sacrifices. Our task is to defeat the totalitarianism of the 21st century.

Glory to a free Ukraine! Long live democratic Europe!

I might have worded a few things differently, and my faith in the EU is less robust than Mr Malhuret’s. But by and large I have only two words to add to this inspiring message: hear, hear!

A young German man has been sentenced to two years and nine months in prison for incest with his half-sister.

I take my hat off and have to make a conscious effort to resist the urge to genuflect. It’s wonderful to see that modern Western states outdo the Bible in imposing moral strictures.

After all, the Old Testament is part of the Christian canon, and that book took a rather permissive view on what is a felony in Germany. For example, Abraham married his half-sister Sarah, and the Bible looks upon that union with benevolence.

Abraham’s brother married his niece, Lot did the dirty with his two daughters (he was the worse for wear at the time, but I doubt today’s German court would see that as extenuation), King David’s son had sex with his half-sister and, well, it’s a long list.

Eventually the Hebrews had enough, and the third book of the Bible, Leviticus, issued a compendium of prohibited relationships, providing for every permutation of kinship. However, perhaps in deference to Lot, sex between a man and his daughter was left out, which one has to treat as acceptance by omission.

As for marriage between cousins, something banned today in many Western countries, including 30 out of the 50 American states, rather than being proscribed that practice was actively promoted in Biblical times, and not just among Hebrews.

Part of the reason was endogamy, the desire to keep matings within a kindred group to hold outsiders at bay. But scriptural permissiveness also had a role to play in such social arrangements: what wasn’t explicitly prohibited was deemed to be implicitly condoned.

Still, before we go out of our way praising the Germans for their probity, we must consider its unlikely cohabitation with permissiveness. For, while holding the line on incest, German and other Western governments are firm in protecting, inter alia, the right of a man who used to be a woman to be impregnated by a woman who used to be a man.

It’s true that the Bible issues no injunction against that rather unorthodox possibility, but probably only because even God couldn’t envision anything quite like that. As for copulation between people of the same sex, it has now passed being accepted on its way to becoming compulsory.

Great pagan thinkers, such as Plato, saw nothing particularly wrong with homosexuality. But they saw plenty wrong with the family, as the concept is understood in Western tradition. Whenever private happiness was in conflict with public good, that latter had to prevail.

Plato described this pecking order with helpful honesty and unmatched mastery in his Republic and especially in Laws. The polis was everything; the individual qua individual, next to nothing.

The same went for that extension of the individual, his family, which was to be reduced to more or less the state’s breeding farm. For example, according to Plato, who can be credited with the invention of eugenics, it was up to the polis to pair off couples on the basis of the potential usefulness of their offspring to the common good.

Before Cleisthenes’s reforms created the polis around 500 BC, such views would have been unthinkable to the Greeks. Their society, like that of the ancient Hebrews, had revolved around the family, clan, kinship and other personal ties. But by Plato’s time the variably democratic polis had made the family redundant in every sense other than the good of the polis.

This is the first intimation in history of the relationship since then amply proved: democracy and family are at odds. They aren’t friends, nor even allies, but competitors: the stronger the one, the weaker the other.

Sensing this, John Locke, who laid out the groundwork for the liberal democratic state, countenanced not only divorce but even polygamy: “He that is already married may marry another woman with his left hand…” It is reassuring to see how solicitously our Lockean modernity is trying to make sure his prophesy can come true – if in Locke’s time hostility to marriage was still inchoate, by now it has grown to full maturity.

Inhaling the zeitgeist, society responds with alacrity. As late as in 1978, more than 90 per cent of British babies were born to married parents. Today, it’s only about half, which is over ten times less than the rate seen in the early parts of the 20^th century.

This is of course an outrage, but someone rummaging through the New Testament would find some justification for a dim view of marriage. St Paul’s injunctions against homosexual relations are well-known, but it’s less often mentioned that he wasn’t an enthusiastic advocate of straight sex either.

Marriage, especially when including a physical element, reduces man’s ability to serve God, according to Paul. “It is good for a man not to touch a woman,” he wrote to the Corinthians. Then, recognising the realities of life, he added: “Nevertheless, to avoid fornication, let every man have his own wife, and let every woman have her own husband.” Still, even if married they should refrain from how’s your father.

I’m not sure how Paul reconciled his views with Jesus’s implicit elevation of marriage to a sacrament. After all, it was at a wedding that he performed his first miracle.

Jesus also issued an injunction against divorce: “And I say unto you, Whosoever shall put away his wife, except it be for fornication, and shall marry another, committeth adultery: and whoso marrieth her which is put away doth commit adultery.”

Nevertheless, the church found Paul’s attitude to marriage to be a development of Jesus’s commandments, rather than their denial. Marriage is now a holy sacrament in the church, but due to vigorous rearguard resistance it acquired this status only in the late 12^th century.

However, having acquired it, marriage began to be treated with the deference befitting a sacrament. Even now most Catholic churches refuse to marry divorcees who dissolved their marriage in civil courts. In the eyes of the state they are free to remarry; in the eyes of the church they are still married to their original spouses.

All this goes to show that new morality is neither moral nor especially new. Mankind has done much trial and error, mostly the latter, and one can use that experience to make sense of the hodgepodge of facts I’ve thrown together.

Different civilisations had their own views on sex, marital or otherwise. All of them tended to be consistent and cogent on their own terms, although not necessarily on other people’s terms. All of them recognised the social, spiritual and religious aspects of marriage, although their relative weight varied from one epoch to the next.

You may like or dislike our epoch, but one thing is undeniable: consistency and cogency aren’t its most salient characteristics. Statism is, and it doesn’t sit comfortably with a strong family as the core unit of society.

The operators of modern states sense this viscerally even if they don’t perceive it rationally. That’s why everything they do in the area of intersex relations promotes licence as a weapon against the family.

Easy divorce, abortion on demand, pre-teen girls on contraception, obsession with sex, equalising all sorts of perversions in status with heterosexual marital sex – all these systematically undermine the family.

The family fights back by setting up a demographic catastrophe: the current birthrate in most Western countries is well below that required for population renewal. Totalitarian countries like Russia and China use dictatorial fiats for demographic control, but with little success.

Rather than offering resistance, most churches treat this moral, social and demographic disaster with acquiescence if not approval. Most governments pay lip service to family values while continuing to act according to their innate imperative of treating the family as an adversary.

In light of all that, sending a chap down for some hanky-panky with his half-sister seems illogical. But then if you can find logic in modernity, you are a better man than I am.

P.S. Speaking of churches, Cardinal Dolan, the archbishop of New York, has kindly elucidated the meaning of Ash Wednesday. The first day of Lent is, according to him, “a kind of our Catholic Ramadan.” Thank you, your Grace, for explaining this so that the general public can understand.

In 1794 the Polish military leader Tadeusz Kościuszko (who had earlier fought in the American War of Independence) led an uprising against the Russian Empire.

He and his fighters knew that it wasn’t just Poland’s freedom that was at stake. Had the insurgents won their battles, Russia herself and her other colonies would have had to become freer, if not exactly free. Moreover, the Damocles sword of an ever-looming Russian invasion would have stopped hanging over Europe’s head.

It was then that the Poles coined the proud slogan “For our freedom and yours”. Since then the slogan has been repeated whenever an enslaved nation rose against Russian tyranny. These days, every Russian and Pole knows it – these words are permanently emblazoned in the minds of every victim of Russia, including freedom-loving Russians.

For example, in 1968 eight dissidents unfurled that slogan in Red Square when protesting against the Soviet invasion of Czechoslovakia. They were thrown into concentration camps, and not all of them survived. However, they heroically accepted their fate because they knew Goethe was right when saying: “Of freedom and of life he only is deserving who every day must conquer them anew.”

Poland’s history of always being partitioned, carved, re-carved, subjugated and freed, with Russia invariably involved, has made both the letter and the spirit of that noble slogan about “our freedom and yours” an essential part of the national consciousness.

That’s why the Poles are the staunchest supporters of the Ukraine’s fight against Russian fascism (this though historically the relations between the two nations can’t exactly be described as cordial). They, unlike some Western politicians one could mention, know that the Ukrainians are dying not only for their own independence but also Europe’s.

Such is the context of an appeal issued to President Trump by the founders of the Polish Solidarity union and former political prisoners of the communist regime. Amazingly, not a single British paper I read has seen fit to mention this important document (the translation is mine, so please don’t shoot – I’m doing my best):

“Dear Mr President,

“It was with concern and disgust that we watched your encounter with Vladimir Zelensky, president of the Ukraine. We regard as offensive your insistence on respect and gratitude for the material aid provided by the United States in support of the Ukraine’s struggle against Russia. Gratitude is due instead to the heroic Ukrainian soldiers spilling their blood in defence of the free world’s values.

“It is they who for over 11 years have been dying at the frontline to uphold such values and defend the independence of their nation attacked by Putin’s Russia.

“We do not understand how the leader of the country embodying the free world can fail to see this.

“Our concern was also raised by the tone of the exchange in the Oval Office that resembled the atmosphere we remember only too well from interrogations at Security Services and hearings in communist courts. Then, at the behest of the omnipotent communist political police, the prosecutors and judges would also explain to us that they held all the cards while we held none. They too demanded we cease our activities because thousands of innocent people would suffer as a consequence.

“They took away our liberties and civil rights because we refused to cooperate with the authorities and express our gratitude to them. We are shocked that this is exactly how you treated Vladimir Zelensky.

“The history of the 20^th century shows that, each time the United States tried to steer clear of democratic values and her European allies, she exposed herself to danger as a result. President Wilson understood that, which is why he decided to take the United States into the First World War in 1917. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt understood that too, which is why, after the attack on Pearl Harbour in December 1941, he decided that the war defending America should be waged not only in the Pacific Ocean, but also in Europe, in alliance with the countries attacked by the Third Reich.

“We remember that the collapse of the Soviet empire would have been impossible without President Reagan and America’s financial commitments. President Reagan was aware of the suffering of the millions of people enslaved in Soviet Russia and the countries she had conquered, including the people who sacrificed their liberty in defence of democratic values. Reagan’s greatness, in addition to everything else, lay in the way he unequivocally described the USSR as an “evil empire” and called for resolute resistance to it. We emerged victorious, and today a statue of Ronald Reagan stands in Warsaw, outside the US Embassy.

“Mr President, material aid – military and financial – cannot be weighed against the blood shed for the freedom and independence of the Ukraine, Europe and the entire free world. A human life is priceless, and its value cannot be measured in money. Gratitude is due to those who are sacrificing their blood for liberty. This is obvious to us, Solidarity people and former political prisoners of the communist regime in the service of Soviet Russia.

“We are calling on the United States to honour the guarantees issued together with Great Britain in the 1994 Budapest Memorandum undertaking in no uncertain terms to protect the integrity of the Ukraine’s borders in exchange for her relinquishing nuclear weapons. These guarantees are unconditional: they contain not a single word about treating such aid as an economic transaction.

[SIGNED]

“Lech Wałęsa, former political prisoner, Solidarity leader, and President of the Polish Republic, along with 37 former political prisoners in communist Poland.”

The document is hardly a masterpiece of the epistolary genre, but it says things that every decent person knows are true, a category that evidently doesn’t include Trump and his MAGA zealots.

If he were still alive, Tadeusz Kościuszko would happily sign this appeal – even though he’d know it would fall on deaf ears.

When I was little, Allen Dulles was head of the CIA and hence much reviled in the Soviet press. When I left Russia in 1973, that organisation was run by Richard Helms, with James Jesus Angleton in charge of counterintelligence.

Somehow these three men stand out in my mind when I think of US intelligence, partly because their tenures coincided with landmark events in my own life. But not only for that reason.

All three were erudite, multilingual, highly intelligent and well-versed in the subtle arts of their profession. During the war Dulles, Helms and Angleton served in the OSS, precursor of the CIA, and amassed vast experience in international espionage and counterespionage.

All three went on to have distinguished careers in the CIA. They, especially Angleton, had their critics and detractors, but no one ever questioned their qualifications for the job. It would have been silly to do so.

The three men had something else in common, and here we approach my subject today. All of them occupied posts inferior to that currently occupied by Tulsi Gabbard.

Born in Samoa and raised in Hawaii, Miss Gabbard, 43, has had a military career followed by a stint as a Democratic congresswoman. In 2024 she switched her allegiance from the Democratic Party to… I almost wrote “the Republican one”, but then stopped myself. The statement wouldn’t have been accurate.

When in Congress, Miss Gabbard endorsed the candidatures of both Bernie Sanders and Joe Biden. One could argue that the latter was simply a demonstration of party loyalty: Biden was certain to become the Democratic candidate. Sanders, on the other hand, was strictly an outsider, firmly lodged on the leftmost margin of his party.

A woman who could find it in her heart to endorse Bernie may or may not have any principles, but whatever ones she does possess can’t possibly have anything to do with anything espoused by the Republican Party. No, the allegiance she pledged wasn’t to the Republicans. It was to Donald Trump.

Her reward for that principled stance was lavish. In spite of having no relevant education (not much of any education, truth be told) and not a day’s experience in intelligence work apart from a short time as junior officer in military police, she was appointed Director of National Intelligence. That put her in charge of not only the CIA but all intelligence-gathering agencies in the US.

Since Miss Gabbard is a woman and takes her oaths not on the Bible but on a copy of Bhavadat Gita, she’d definitely be described as a minority hire should her appointment have come courtesy of Biden.

But, to his credit, Trump doesn’t do minority hiring. His mental questionnaire demands different ticks. To his discredit, he doles out some vital posts to people whose sole visible qualification is canine devotion to him personally.

William Hague, former leader of the Conservative Party, has just returned from the US where he spent time with several members of the Trump administration, and it’s this feature that he highlights in his article.

Lord Hague writes about “an extraordinary level of loyalty, among Republicans in general and members of the new administration in particular, to Trump in person and every word he utters. It is part devotion, part fear of taking even a tiny step out of line, but it is intense.”

Trump runs a tight ship, and he brooks no disagreement, much less argument, as President Zelensky found out the hard way. Such docility seems to be his principal requirement and, on the evidence of Miss Gabbard, in some cases it may even be his sole one.

The other day she delivered a litany repeating word for word Trump’s mendacious diatribes against the Ukraine, which are in their turn verbatim reproductions of Putin’s propaganda. But let her speak for herself:

“You have the cancelling of elections in Ukraine. You have political parties being silenced or even criminalised or thrown in prison.

“You have the freedom of religion – churches being shut down. You have political opposition being silenced. You have total government control of the media. We could go down a whole laundry list of issues that are against the values of democracy and freedom.”

If she really believes that pack of lies, she is monumentally stupid and bone ignorant. If she simply parrots Trump by rote, she is even worse: suspending one’s own judgement negates the advantage of being human. In either case, she shouldn’t even be a typist to the DNI, never mind holding that post.

The three distinguished intelligence men I mentioned earlier were multilingual. By contrast, Miss Gabbard can’t even speak English properly, which too must have endeared her to her semi-literate boss. She continued in this vein: 

“So it really begs the question, as Vice President Vance said again in Munich, it’s clear that they’re standing against Putin. Obviously, that’s clear. 

“But what are they actually really fighting for, and are they aligned with the values that they claim to hold in agreement with us? The values that President Trump and Vice President Vance are standing for, and those are the values of freedom, of peace and true security.”

You might say that many illiterate people misuse ‘beg the question’ that way, and you’d be right. But this only proves that they are indeed illiterate.

What they are trying to say is ‘raise the question’. ‘Begging the question’ means something entirely different.

First described by Aristotle, begging the question is a rhetorical fallacy that usually goes by its Latin name petitio principii. It means assuming a premise that hasn’t been proved and using it to support a conclusion. One example of begging the question would be this sentence: “Because Tulsi Gabbard is intelligent, she deserves to be Director of National Intelligence.”

Even in Congress, Gabbard had form in regurgitating Putin propaganda, sometimes outdoing her future boss in that endeavour. Thus on the day Russia invaded the Ukraine (or was it the other way, Donald and Tulsi?), Gabbard declared that “this war and suffering could have easily been avoided if Biden Admin/NATO had simply acknowledged Russia’s legitimate security concerns.”

This is a line taken by the MAGA crowd and other Putin cheerleaders, including Trump himself. If I felt magnanimous, I’d describe it as ill-conceived (Russia has no ‘legitimate’ concerns in that area. She has evil designs to recreate the Soviet empire). As it is, I’d call it treasonous.

But in repeating Putin’s lies about the US running biological weapon laboratories in the Ukraine, Gabbard proved even more disingenuous than Trump: “I’m extremely concerned….,” she said. “The seriousness of this situation really can’t be overstated… We have these pathogens in the midst of a war zone [in] between 20 and 30 labs in Ukraine. This is a global crisis.”

The only global crisis currently unfolding is Putin’s criminal aggression against the Ukraine with Trump’s acquiescence and indeed support. As for Gabbard, if I were in charge of MI6, I’d think twice before sharing any intelligence information with any outfit she runs. It’s almost certain to be insecure.

In all my time of following American politics I’ve never seen the country so thoroughly dishonoured by its president. Nixon, Clinton, even Biden all look like moral giants compared to Trump’s performance yesterday.

It’ll take the nation a long time to live down the shame it must be feeling today. And if it’s not feeling any shame, it deserves nothing but contempt.

The way Trump (and his flunky Vance) treated President Zelensky has analogues not in diplomacy, nor even in politics, but in the gangster folklore fostered by blockbuster films like The Godfather.

However, if you insist on political analogies, all I can think of is Eduard Beneš being harangued by Hitler’s henchmen in 1938 or Baltic ministers curtly dismissed by Molotov a year later.

Don Trump has the mentality of Don Corleone, but he has none of the Godfather’s quiet dignity. As you remember, Don Corleone refrained from making threats, and he acted civilly even towards rivals he was planning to put down.

By contrast, Trump is a loudmouthed thug more in the vein of Al Capone than Carlo Gambino, the prototype for Marlon Brando’s character. Or perhaps Bugsy Siegel, Trump’s fellow casino builder for the Mafia, would be a tighter parallel.

Even if the US president had been right in his claims and gripes, his disgusting behaviour would by itself have been sufficient to bring the whole country into disrepute.

But his gripes were totally unjustified and his claims totally mendacious. For example, he again floated the lie that aiding the Ukraine cost the US $350 billion.

The actual number, as provided by Pentagon and State Department records, is $57 billion. There exists an aid commitment lower than Trump’s claim but in the same order of magnitude. However, it’s to be spread over 10 years, and none of it has so far been delivered.

Trump and his merry friends claim they want peace, but that too is a lie. They want Putin, with whom they feel inner kinship, to win and the Ukraine to lose. To that end, they are prepared to lie, cheat, blackmail, threaten, bully and in general do what thugs do.

The greatest lie, schizophrenic in its break from reality, is that somehow it’s the Ukraine in general and Zelensky specifically who are to blame for the war and its hundreds of thousands of victims (not millions, as Trump claims).

Every halfway decent country in the world has condemned Russia as the aggressor and Putin as a war criminal. International courts have issued warrants for his arrest, and that’s just for what he did to the Ukraine.

So far his turning Russia into a murderous fascist regime bristling with guns and hostile intent hasn’t attracted legal censure. The hostile intent, stated a thousand times if it has been stated once, is directed not just against the Ukraine but also the West in general, including the US.

On countless occasions, Putin and his stooges have threatened to turn the US into “radioactive dust” or else create the ‘American Strait’ between Canada and Mexico. Trump puts it all down to the misdeeds of the previous administration, but he either doesn’t understand or pretends not to understand the loathing Putin and his fascist entourage feel for the West.

Yet Trump has no problem with Putin. Putin, as he lied the other day, “keeps his word”. It would be tedious to list all the instances the Russian dictator has broken his word and reneged on the treaties his country signed, not to mention the ceasefire agreements ratified in 2014. Let’s just say that such behaviour is to be expected from a career KGB officer and, by the looks of it, his best Western friend.

Putin “respects me” said Trump at the end of the press conference, while both he and Vance repeatedly accused Zelensky of being “disrespectful”. The two chaps use ‘respect’ the same way Italian mafiosi use rispetto, as a synonym for servility and sycophancy.

There was Zelensky, a small man with a big heart, facing up to two big bullies with no hearts, saying reasonably – and respectfully, in the traditional sense of the word – that any peace without security guarantees is tantamount to surrender.

Yet every time he tried to get a word in edgewise, he was rudely shouted down by his two tormentors. “It’s disrespectful for you to come to the Oval Office and try to litigate this in front of the American media,” harangued Vance, normally more articulate than his semi-literate boss but evidently taking lessons in Mafia-speak.

“You don’t have the cards right now,” added Trump. “You’re gambling with World War Three, and what you’re doing is very disrespectful to the country that’s backed you.”

Right. It’s Zelensky who is “gambling”, not his fascist enemy threatening nuclear annihilation of the West every morning between brushing his teeth and having breakfast. Zelensky, who according to Don Trump, provocatively refused to capitulate when Putin’s hordes streamed across the border to murder, loot and rape, to turn his country into an enslaved province of Russia.

Trump then dismissed Zelensky like an inept servant who had failed to run the bath at the right temperature. “Come back when you are ready to talk peace,” he hissed. Meaning to surrender.

The denizens of the Kremlin were triumphant: their soulmate in the White House did them proud. “The insolent pig finally got a proper slap down in the Oval Office,” wrote Dmitri Medvedev, Putin’s perpetually drunk poodle. He too knows how to speak Trumpish.

To their credit, European countries disavowed the revolting behaviour of the so-called leader of the free world. Poland, Germany, France and Britain restated their commitment to stopping the barbarian onslaught in its tracks.

Will they put their money where their mouth is? asked several editorials. I have a solution: the money they can put where their mouth is doesn’t have to be theirs.

Currently, some $300 billion in Russian assets is frozen in the West, most of it in Europe. The solution proposes itself: this money should be confiscated and converted into armaments for the Ukraine.

This will be enough for that heroic nation to hold its own against Putin and his friend in the White House. (Always provided Trump doesn’t send 82nd Airborne to attack the Ukraine from the rear.)

At the same time, Trump must be told in no uncertain terms that America may be the bee’s knees, the land of the free, the home of the brave and all that. But she still needs reliable allies, and if Don Trump thinks Putin is it, there’s a bridge across the Potomac I’d like to sell him.

Trump doesn’t seem to realise that geopolitics is different from building and operating Atlantic City casinos. You can’t wing it by playing lickspittle to the strong and dumping on the weak, and there is hell to pay for betrayal.

Back in July Trump betrayed Taiwan by signalling he wouldn’t defend it from a Chinese invasion because the country had grown rich by “stealing” US microchip production. Now it’s the Ukraine’s turn.

Trump’s idea of making America great again seems to be based on the mental image of a world divided among communist China, fascist Russia and Trump’s US.

Wrong company for America to keep, Don Trump. That’s not how you make her great. That’s how you make her despicable – and those of us who have warm feelings for the US know the difference.

P.S. For your delectation, here’s an excerpt from Trump’s bravura performance: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/videos/cdel2npwe50o

My friend Tony and I live a couple of hundred miles apart and, though we both also have houses in France, we maintain the same safe distance there.

This explains why we hardly ever see each other more often than once a year. Since we’ve been friends for some 35 years, that’s about as many encounters over half a lifetime. Nevertheless, thanks to the wonders of technology, we probably spend an average of at least three to four hours a week on the phone.

You do the maths but, in round numbers, that’s a lot of talking. Penelope apart, and yes, I know it’s hopelessly infra dig to talk to one’s own wife, I don’t think I spend as much time chatting with anyone else.

Since Tony is an atheist, our conversations stay close to the ground, mainly because any attempt to soar higher bores him to tears and he switches off. So we keep to current events, especially those that confirm our shared dim view of modernity, and also things like art, architecture – and language.

When this last subject comes up, we tend to swap our pet peeves about the wounds English suffers at the hands of modernity.

For both of us language isn’t just what we use but also what we do. It’s our instrument in the same sense in which the piano is Penelope’s instrument, and she would be aghast if someone took a sledgehammer to it.

The two words in the title above came up earlier today, with ‘to reference’ being my contribution and ‘to refute’ Tony’s. We disagreed on which one was worse, but agreed that both were appalling when misused.

Unlike the favourite word of our football commentators, ‘lacksadaisical’, the two words we find objectionable do exist. But God in whom Tony doesn’t believe created them to denote something dramatically different from the way our illiterate hacks use them.

‘To reference’ something means to cite an established source supporting one’s statement. This is routinely done in scholarly literature, with footnotes, endnotes and bibliography used for that purpose. When an editor tells me “You need to reference this”, I recognise the validity of the verb, even though I wince at its ungainliness and deplore the extra effort required.

I believe firmly that verbs are verbs, nouns are nouns, and never the twain should meet. Verbs made out of nouns are always jarring, although at times they are unavoidable, as in this case.

Alas, the way ‘to reference’ is widely used these days, even in writing, isn’t only jarring but also illiterate, pretentious and generally offensive. Lexically underdeveloped individuals use it in place of ‘to say’ or ‘to mention’, words they regard as inadequate to communicate the culture they haven’t got.

Thus one often hears abominations like “as I referenced yesterday”, with nary a cited source anywhere in sight. What the sledgehammer wielder means is “as I said yesterday”, but such a monosyllabic is five syllables short of what ignoramuses see as sophistication.

In his entertaining 1983 book Class, Paul Fussell referred to that sort of thing as a ‘prole syllable creep’, but that book was written before the wrong people scored the final victory in the class war. Today this craving for extra syllables at any cost is more likely to be caused by cultural rather than social pretensions. That doesn’t make it any less risible though.

Bad as that ugly solecism is, in the end I had to agree with Tony that the misuse of ‘to refute’ is even worse. ‘To reference’ testifies only to the speaker’s tin ear and ignorance he tries to mask, only succeeding in making it even plainer.

The use of ‘to refute’ to mean ‘to deny’, in addition to other deadly sins, also betokens the decommissioning of the most basic intellectual tools. Someone who says “as I referenced yesterday” doesn’t know how to use English. But someone who says “I refute what you are saying” also doesn’t know how to use his mind.

A refutation is a conclusive argument using evidence to disprove a statement. It means more than just denial or disagreement, neither of which requires any proof. Using it the illiterate way brands the speaker as someone who doesn’t know what constitutes an argument and what kind of argument can provide a refutation.

In the days when we still had educated classes, as opposed to isolated educated individuals, common folk made do with a vocabulary of under 2,000 words, most of them short and of Anglo-Saxon origin. They never misused longer words of Latin or Greek etymology because they didn’t know them.

Whenever they misused ‘posh’ words they had overheard by accident, educated people exchanged knowing smiles, reserving open derision for literature. Dickens, for one, was scathing about pretentious solecisms, which today would earn him the tag of elitist and, by ricochet, also possibly misogynist, transphobic and of course racist.

The OED helpfully informs us that the verb ‘to refute’ doesn’t enjoy a high frequency of use. It occurs only once per 200,000 words in modern written English. I suspect its correct use is much less widespread.

Language is indeed an instrument of oral and written communication. But it’s also a cultural and social indicator, a sort of compass showing the direction taken by society.

When England sat at the centre of a flourishing empire, her language was dynamic and creative. It was constantly expanding, but without losing its beauty and unmatched precision.

Even when lent out to various colonies, it didn’t suffer much attrition. Moreover, cross-Atlantic colonies enriched English with their own quaint, idiosyncratic usages (Tony dislikes them anyway).

England – and I’d suggest the Anglophone world in general – is undergoing a cultural and social collapse, and hence so is the English language. Rather than expanding, it’s actually contracting, in any area other than the profusion of specialised terminology.

English is getting smaller, uglier and much less precise, which to both Tony and me parallels and reflects similar tendencies in culture, along with the life of the mind and spirit. And if you wish to refute what I’m referencing, you’d better come up with sound arguments.

Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD) is a mental condition that can afflict anybody. Unbeknown to him, an NPD sufferer may make the people around him uncomfortable, sometimes even fearful.

And if he has a wide audience, his typically charismatic, solipsistic persona can have far-reaching adverse effects on society.

While NPD isn’t considered a serious mental disease, it is what in the medical parlance is called co-morbid. This means NPD is often accompanied by other, more serious, disorders. In extreme cases, these may include delusions of grandeur and paranoia.

No cure exists, but psychotherapy has been known to keep the condition in check, especially if treatment is initiated shortly after the onset of NPD. As is usually the case with progressive conditions, time is of the essence.

So take a couple of minutes to run through the simple checklist below. This will enable you to recognise the symptoms of NPD in yourself and, if needed, get a head start on the treatment.

The Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders, Fifth Edition (DSM-5) describes NPD as possessing at least five of the following nine criteria:

• A grandiose sense of self-importance (exaggerates achievements and talents, expects to be recognised as superior without commensurate achievements)
• Preoccupation with fantasies of unlimited success, power, brilliance, beauty, or ideal love
• Believing that they are “special” and unique and can only be understood by, or should associate with, other special or high-status people (or institutions)
• Requiring excessive admiration
• A sense of entitlement (unreasonable expectations of especially favourable treatment or automatic compliance with their expectations)
• Being interpersonally exploitative (taking advantage of others to achieve their own ends)
• Lacking empathy (unwilling to recognise or identify with the feelings and needs of others)
• Often being envious of others or believing that others are envious of them
• Showing arrogant, haughty behaviours or attitudes

A High-Functioning/Exhibitionistic subtype of NPD has been described as “high functioning narcissists [who] are grandiose, competitive, attention-seeking, and sexually provocative; they tend to show adaptive functioning and utilise their narcissistic traits to succeed.”

If you show such symptoms, make sure you take immediate action lest the condition progress beyond any chance of successful therapy. And if you know someone who may be an NPD sufferer, suggest to him that he seek medical help immediately.

NPD sufferers often succeed in business, especially as salesmen or negotiators, areas where their overbearing personalities and lack of scruples often give them the upper hand. But they naturally gravitate towards careers promising a higher visibility, such as those in show business or politics.

Once they’ve reached a position of power, they demand unquestioning loyalty and sycophantic adulation. These are the main, often sole, criteria on which they choose their entourage. Whenever they detect a hint of disloyalty or insufficient obeisance, NPD sufferers tend to lash out, often to the detriment of their core business.

If it all possible, keep NPD sufferers away from ponds, highly polished tables, mirrors, TV monitors and other surfaces in which they can admire their reflection or projection. This protective measure is akin to barring a drug addict’s access to his preferred narcotic substances.

And if you find yourself in a conversation with an NPD sufferer, try not to contradict his idea of himself too forcefully. If you do, he may instantly turn abusive and, in especially advanced cases, physically violent. Keep in mind that an NPD sufferer will never forget a presumed slight, and he will harbour vengeful designs for a long time.

Hope you’ll find these tips useful. Remember, if we take NPD seriously, we can protect society from its toxic effects.

P.S. On a totally unrelated subject, the adulation of Trump has reached hagiographic proportions in some quarters. Not only the president himself but also members of his family have become the objects of cultish worship.

By way of illustration, here is a video of Barron Trump’s encounter with a homeless waif: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0wfFpGFTnOo. The language and narrative structure haven’t been widely used since the Gospels, although one can detect some parallels with the glorification of Lenin’s family in the Soviet Union.

The simulacrum gospel according to Trump features the president as God the Father, Barron as God the Son and Melania as the Holy Vir… oops! Oh well, perhaps this analogy doesn’t work in every detail.

Another one, with the Kim family in North Korea, may be more accurate. Actually, that giant gold statue makes it airtight. It’s good to see that America’s First Family and its adulators have found a perfect role model.

HEALTH WARNING: If you decide to watch the video, have a sick bag close at hand.

The term ‘special relationship’ describing the putative kinship between Britain and the US was first used by Winston Churchill in 1946.

It certainly made sense at the time. Churchill had just led his beleaguered country to a victory that might never have happened without the help of the United States.

American Lend-Lease aid arrived in the nick of time, when Britain was running out of the wherewithal to continue keeping the Nazis at bay. The relationship between the two countries was then indeed as special as that between a drowning man and his rescuer.

But contexts change over history, and what’s true today may prove false tomorrow and might have been false yesterday. So let’s just say that it’s not only the common language that divides the two countries, to quote Churchill again.

That’s why I think the subtitle of Daniel Finkelstein’s article in The Times is wrong: “Conservatives have always admired the US,” he writes, “but the Trump camp is causing chaos, so it’s time we found better friends.”

The peg on which Lord Finkelstein hangs his narrative is the Nazi salute given at a rally by Steve Bannon, “one of the political leaders of the Trump right.” The peg is solid: the gesture was indeed disgusting, as is Steve Bannon.

I doubt, however, that most Trumpists share Bannon’s apparent innermost cravings. The issue is deeper than that, and it’s not just the Bannons of this world who bring the special relationship into doubt.

The thing is, Lord Finkelstein is mistaken. English conservatives haven’t always admired the US. In fact, I doubt they ever did. Saying otherwise betokens playing fast and loose with historical facts or else, more likely, using the word ‘conservative’, capitalised or not, in an arbitrary meaning.

“How is it,” wrote the quintessential Tory, Dr Johnson, at the start of the American Revolution, “that we hear the loudest yelps for liberty among the drivers of Negroes?” He was expressing a widespread Tory attitude to the colonists as rebellious, sanctimonious upstarts in the grips of a faddish ideology.

I can’t cite any statistically significant research, but I’d suggest from personal observation that many real Tories still feel roughly the same way. The people who unanimously worship America aren’t British conservatives, but British neocons in the mold of Douglas Murray and Niall Ferguson.

The difference between conservatives and neoconservatives is that between a trilby and a MAGA cap, or that between an 18^th century Whig and a 21^st century liberal, or that between chicken stew and chicken manure (I’ve promised Penelope not to use the word I really mean).

Neoconservatism is an eerie mishmash of Trotskyist temperament, infantile bellicosity, American chauvinism (not exclusively on the part of Americans), expansionism masked by pseudo-messianic verbiage on exporting democracy to every tribal society on earth, Keynesian economics and welfarism – all mixed together with a spoonful of vaguely conservative phrases purloined from the rightful owners to trick the neocons’ way to broader public support.

This movement has thrived in its original American habitat, and its British followers unfailingly pay obeisance to the US. Murray, for example, has been known to say ‘we’ when talking about Americans. Real Tories ‘identify’ by different pronouns.

That Toryism, which is really English conservatism, has little in common with the US ought to be clear to anyone taking the trouble to see what Toryism’s essential features are. They can all be summed up by the triad “God, King and country”.

Tory patriotism is based on monarchism and commitment to the established church, especially its High Anglican branch (that used to be called ‘the Tory Party at prayer’). They trace their heritage back to the Cavaliers who supported the Stuarts in the seventeenth century – and in the next century opposed the secession of the American colonies.

The briefest scan of Toryism will show nothing in its political and philosophical makeup that Americans don’t loath. Theirs was the first successful rebellion against European monarchy, and they detested not just established religions but also apostolic ones.

Catholic proselytising was a capital offence in 11 out of the first 13 American colonies, and High Anglicanism didn’t fare much better either. And American patriotism is at odds with ours as often as not. The buzz phrase, “We stood shoulder to shoulder in both World Wars”, ignores all the wars in which the two countries stood apart.

For example, President Eisenhower threatened to crash the pound sterling if Britain didn’t stop her invasion of Egypt in 1956. And in 1982 President Reagan put pressure on Britain not to resist the Argentine invasion of the Falklands. When the South Atlantic Operation did start anyway, Reagan tried to withhold vital intelligence information, and only the surreptitious intercession by Defence Secretary Weinberger overturned that attempt at sabotage.

Even during the Second World War, America enjoyed a much more special relationship with Russia than with Britain.

After all, Lend-Lease aid was provided to Stalin free of charge. But America’s arrangements with the moribund British Empire, whose commitment to the democratic values touted by the USA was rather firmer than Russia’s, were different.

The UK had to pay for everything in cash, IOUs being accepted only grudgingly and with the understanding that no defaults would be allowed. (Britain finished paying her wartime debts only in December, 2006). Specifically in 1940, when Britain’s survival hung by a thread, all transactions had to be done strictly on a cash-and-carry basis.

Alas, both cash and precious metals were rapidly running out, and Britain had to dump all her overseas investments at derisory prices to settle her accounts with the transatlantic champions of democracy. The entire gold reserves of the British Empire had to be used up to pay for American generosity.

Victory was won at the expense not only of British lives but also of Britain’s post-war economic prospects. Churchill knew this was coming.

On 7 December, 1940, he wrote to Roosevelt, pleading that the brutally unsentimental terms on which American aid was being proffered would consign Britain to a position in which “after the victory was won with our blood and sweat, and civilisation saved, and the time gained for the United States to be fully armed against all eventualities, we should stand stripped to the bone. Such a course would not be in the moral or economic interests of either of our countries.”

Roosevelt acknowledged receipt and promptly collected Britain’s last £50 million in gold.

Churchill pretended not to understand that “such a course” was precisely in America’s “moral and economic interests”. Morally, the demise of the traditional British Empire, the last major stronghold of Christendom’s political order, played into the hands of American ambitions of leading the post-Christian world. And economically, British cash helped America emerge from the war better off than she had been before it.

That the ‘special relationship’ is a travesty has been manifest for a long time, and what keeps the two countries together is mutual interests, not necessarily mutual admiration, certainly not on the part of British conservatives or American masses.

NATO represents a confluence of such interests, those dealing with defending the West from barbaric invasions. Trump’s understated commitment to keeping the US in NATO, and his siding with the barbarian invaders against vital Western interests, smash common interests to smithereens.

Lord Finkelstein is more correct in the second part of his subtitle than in the first: “the Trump camp is causing chaos, so it’s time we found better friends”. I’m open to ideas: exactly where should we find those better friends? Russia? China? Hamas?

No, of course not. As a committed Remainer, Lord Finkelstein desperately wants Britain to rejoin the EU, a project that real conservatives admire even less than the US.

Should the US leave NATO, a pan-European defensive alliance would become a matter of civilisational survival. But that ought to be as far as it goes. British conservatives find the socialist, supranational European Union abhorrent – for some of the same reasons they don’t invariably admire the US.

Membership in the EU represents the debauchment of each element in the triad of God, King and country. That’s why a conservative British Remainer is an oxymoron. But then lifelong socialists like Lord Finkelstein don’t understand that.

P.S. Not having at my disposal a pen as sharp as Jonathan Swift’s, I can’t do justice to Trump’s AI design of his Gaza Riviera.

Clearly, there are no boundaries of gaudy bad taste that his MAGAlamania can’t expand. I only wonder if the giant statue of himself in the middle of the Trump Gaza Plaza will be hollow inside or made of solid gold. The man is in urgent need of psychiatric help.

“You are an Englishman, and have subsequently drawn the greatest prize in the lottery of life,” said Cecil Rhodes who wasn’t known for his attachment to equity and diversity. (He probably meant ‘therefore’, not ‘subsequently’, but then Rhodes was a man of action, not words.)

Since such attachment has since become de rigueur for anyone daring to open his mouth in public, that simple statement of patriotism would now be seen as politically controversial, possibly even actionable.

The word ‘Englishman’ especially is objectionable on many counts, and, unless you’ve spent the past few years in a different galaxy, you’ll know why. ‘Man’ alone violates a political taboo with flagrant disregard for progressive sensibilities. As for the implied claim to English superiority – well, choose your own term from ‘racist’, ‘jingoist’, ‘colonialist’, ‘white supremacist’, ‘little Englander’ and all the others that spring to mind.

Such is the way of the world: formerly innocuous words have become political statements, each capable of inciting febrile passions. To be able to act in that capacity, words often have to part ways with their dictionary definitions.

Such debauchment is characteristic of modern politics in general, and words aren’t the only victims. Reason and morality are the other targets pinned to the wall for politics to snipe at, and it hits the bullseye every time.

Relativism reigns in morality, scholarship and even linguistics. Ludwig Wittgenstein, the late philosopher of language, would have approved.

He once objected to the phrase ‘the meaning of life’ as a semantic solecism: “For a large class of cases of the employment of the word ‘meaning’ – though not for all – this word can be explained in this way: the meaning of a word is its use in the language.”

It has been a long time since I read his books, so I don’t remember how he qualified that statement. And qualifications are needed because different people may use the same word differently. Educated people tend to stay close to dictionary definitions, whereas someone like Trump may use ‘lay’ to mean ‘lie’ and ‘deal’ to mean ‘capitulation’.

Athenian rhetoricians were aware of the ambivalence of language, which is why before every debate they insisted on making sure both parties agreed on the terms. That kind of rigour is a thing of the past, and modern people insist that words mean whatever they want them to mean.

For example, ‘English’ rivals ‘man’ for its ambiguity and negative connotations in modern usage. Hence the provocative question “Is Rishi Sunak really English?” that Fraser Nelson asked in the title to his article.

When queried on the subject by the Russo-British comedian Konstantin Kisin, Nelson replied that yes, of course. Sunak was born and bred here, which makes him as English as, well, Cecil Rhodes. To that Kisin replied that his son was born in England too, but he’d never become English. So much for paternal pride — the little boy has every reason to feel dejected.

I couldn’t claim dispassionate objectivity there, for the issue concerns me personally. However, Wittgenstein would instantly spot that the disagreement isn’t substantive but only semantic.

Adjectives describing people by geographic locations can have at least two meanings: ethnic and civic. In some countries, each of those commands its own word. In some others, one word covers both.

The word ‘American’, for example, is predominantly political and vestigially cultural. It implies citizenship of, and hence allegiance to, the USA, and also loyalty to the American idea, although this last demand is on the wane. That’s why the House Committee investigating communist infiltration in the 1950s dealt with un-American rather than anti-American activities.

The word’s ethnic meaning is muted, which is why Americans often identify themselves by adding the land of their ancestry to their self-identification: Irish-American, Russian-American, Italian-American and so on.

Since the US is a country of immigrants, there used to be – still are, but let’s not talk about it too loudly – a premium put on being American born and bred. In the past, that used to be called ‘100 per cent American’, which made the concept arithmetically quantifiable.

The word ‘French’ is more voluminous, with the cultural and linguistic aspects stronger than in most such appellations. In addition to designating citizenship and ethnicity, ‘French’ also means a native Francophone living in France, to some extent even regardless of his citizenship and ethnicity.

The French are more likely to describe, say, a Senegalese or Algerian as French than the English are to refer to a Ghanaian or Nigerian as English. This doesn’t mean the French are any less racist than the English, only that they attach a greater importance to culture.

The Russian language has two words keeping the ethnic and political aspects apart: Russkiy and Rossiyanin. Both are translated into English as ‘Russian’, which loses a valid distinction. Russkiy is ethnically Russian; Rossiyanin is any citizen of the Russian Federation, who may be Kazakh, Uzbek or even Jewish.

This takes me back to the misunderstanding that arose between Messrs Nelson and Kisin. They ignored the recommendation of ancient Athenian rhetoricians and failed to agree on the terms. The two parties may use the words rightly or wrongly, but they’ll still understand each other provided they both use the words the same way.

For our language also keeps ethnicity apart from politics by offering words like ‘English’ (‘Scottish’, ‘Welsh’, ‘Irish’) to identify ethnicity and the word ‘British’ to denote citizenship. Any holder of the British passport is thus British; some Britons, such as Penelope, are also English, and some others, such as Kisin, Sunak and, well, me, aren’t.

If we accept this classification, we’ll agree that becoming British is possible but becoming English isn’t. But the idea of ‘born and bred’ doesn’t quite wash as the definition of the latter.

When the British Empire built by people like Cecil Rhodes was still going strong, many Englishmen were born and bred thousands of miles away from England – and yet were every bit as English as lifelong denizens of Sussex or Norfolk, perhaps even more so. Conversely, many people born and bred in England today would swear at you, or possibly even resort to physical violence, if you called them English.

The deeper I go into this linguistic labyrinth, the more hopelessly lost I get. For ‘English’ and ‘British’ don’t just have objective meanings of, respectively, ethnicity and political allegiance. The subjective aspect of culture and self-identification refuses to be ignored, and that’s where the labyrinth puts the Hampton Court Maze to shame.

The former Tory politician Norman Tebbit (who could have made a much better PM than any we’ve had since) offered the cricket test of Britishness: which side the person rooted for when England played a test match against India, Pakistan or the West Indies.

I pass with flying colours: in any sporting contest involving England and Russia (or the US, whose expired passport is gathering dust somewhere in my drawer), I support England with enthusiasm. But then I also did so living in Russia, when my claim to Britishness was rather more tenuous.

These days, one is supposed to identify by one’s personal pronouns, and in this case that may be as good a solution as any. The personal pronoun of salient importance here is ‘we’. How a person defines his ‘we’ determines his identity.

Speaking for myself, I could never force myself to say ‘we’ when spending the first 25 years of my life in Russia and the next 15 in the US. I did try to do so in America, but the word felt contrived and awkward.

In Britain, the word naturally rolls off my tongue, which organ these days has to bend itself into all sorts of painful shapes when I speak any language other than English. Britain is my ‘we’, English is my first (though not native) language, my wife is English, I write exclusively and read mostly in English.

Add to this my British passport, always kept up to date, and I’m definitely British. But I lack the delusions of grandeur to claim I’ve drawn the winning ticket in the lottery of life. I’ll have to leave ‘English’ for people of a more fortunate nativity.

P.S. None of this prevents me from feeling pride in the achievements of my native land. It has just been announced that Russia tops the list of industrialised nations with the greatest part of the population having no access to lavatories. A country by any other name would smell as sweet.

Three years ago today, people stopped asking “Will he or won’t he?” The question was answered in no uncertain terms: he will and he has. Moreover, given half the chance, he’ll do it again. And again. And again.

On 24 February, 2022, hordes of Russian murderers, rapists and looters invaded the Ukraine and proceeded to do what murderers, rapists and looters do: murder, rape and loot.

Their declared aim was to stamp out the Ukraine’s independence, turning her yet again into an enslaved satellite of an evil Russian regime. That objective, boasted the Botox Boy, would be achieved within three days, a week at most.

Kiev would fall, Zelensky and his cabinet would be ‘de-Nazified’ (the Putin for murdered) and NATO would be rolled back. After all, the Ukraine was only the vanguard of that dastardly organisation spawned by the West, the perennial enemy of unmatched Russian goodness and spirituality.

As Zelensky called his nation to arms, its cause looked lost. “This is probably the last time you’ll see me alive,” said the Ukraine’s president in a televised address. Three years later, he is still with us – and so is his heroic, long-suffering and still gloriously independent nation.

A country that repels aggression and frustrates the invader’s ends has a right to celebrate victory. The outnumbered and outgunned Ukrainians have every reason to be proud, as does a pusillanimous West. For all its myopic penny-pinching and weak-kneed fear of Russia, it gave the Ukraine just enough to keep her in the fight.

The West could and should have given the Ukraine enough to drive the fascist hordes back to their Kremlin lair, but it didn’t, for being, well, pusillanimous. But the West needed an excuse for its half-hearted effort to arm the victim of an aggression threatening to overrun Eastern Europe, for starters.

Excuses weren’t in short supply. One such was the pretence that Putin’s dread of NATO so close to Russian borders was justified. The Botox Boy supposedly had every right to fear NATO using its new eastern members as the beachhead from which to attack Russia.

When such fears are justified, they are called prudence. When they have no bearing on reality, they are called paranoid delusions, and no sane person thought that NATO, a purely defensive organisation, harboured aggressive designs on Russia.

Yet many Westerners feigned understanding of Putin’s concerns as a way of masking their own cowardice. Courtesy of Angela Merkel, whose sycophancy to Putin was borderline treasonous, that type got to be called Putinversteher, someone who understands the Botox Boy, feels his pain.

In many cases, the more appropriate term would be Putinverehrener, someone who worships Putin and considers his muscular brand of fascism to be a viable alternative to flabby Western wokery. This sort of thing has a ring of familiarity to it.

In the 1930s many American isolationists and British aristocrats voiced similar feelings about Hitler. Read their pronouncements and you’ll see that replacing Hitler with Putin would make them sound like today’s reportage.

Unlike the decadent West mired in sybaritic hedonism, Hitler was strong, patriotic, vigorous, decisive and he was doing wonders for Germany. We should have such leaders, and all this talk about his aggressive plans is nonsense. He just wants to reclaim what’s rightfully German, lands we stole at Versailles. Jews? Well, that’s not nice. But one can understand the Führer: Jews can be rather obnoxious, what?

Such rationalisation was in fact the post-rationalisation of a seething deep-seated craving. Those people had the embryo of fascism gestating in their innards, and Hitler sent them a signal that the situation had become propitious for it to come out. They used the mask of understanding to conceal admiration.

The same goes for today’s mouthpieces of Putin in the West, whose name is legion. They keep coming up with spurious arguments to justify their own need to channel their inner Putin.

Mostly these reprobates come from the ranks of those described by a glaring misnomer of ‘conservatives’, but who are in fact fascisoid radicals. Put a different way, they are like physicians who can correctly diagnose a disease, but then prescribe cyanide to treat it.

Everything they bemoan about the West is correct. We do live in a moribund civilisation showing every sign of accelerating decay. Like a snake devouring its own tail, the West is debauching every virtue that made it Western in any other than the geographic sense. The vertebrae of our unifying spiritual spine are being knocked out one by one, and the body is sagging onto itself.

Yet the way to treat that malaise, progressive in more ways than one, is to take stock of our civilisational core and rebuild its essential features – not to use as the role model a frankly fascist regime that imprisons, tortures and murders its opponents, suppresses every semblance of free speech, routinely executes POWs, makes a mockery of elections, rivals the Nazis for racist claims and also for imperialist aspirations.

To be fair, even some decent Westerners fall into the trap of diagnostic precision combined with therapeutic ineptitude. In their case, it’s not evil longings that are to blame but old-fashioned ignorance and insufficient understanding of such matters. Thus, for example, Tim Stanley, a generally sensible young man, tries to vindicate Trump’s betrayal of the Ukraine:

“His approach might be brutal, but is it irrational? Trump’s claims that Ukraine started the war or Zelensky is a dictator are certainly bizarre and offensive; insisting Kyiv sell its mineral resources suggests a return to amoral imperialism.”

No, it’s not irrational, explains young Tim who clearly knows little about the issue in question and understands even less. “This isn’t the Cold War: Russia doesn’t want to conquer the world, and bullying its neighbours poses no direct threat to the US.”

Enter the new breed, the Trumpversteher. True, this isn’t the Cold War, Tim. It’s worse – the war has been hot for 11 years and red-hot for the past three, or haven’t you noticed? Russia may not want to conquer the world, but she does want to make it hospitable to her brand of kleptofascism, which means exerting an influence bordering on domination.

But at least Stanley isn’t a card-carrying Putin stooge like Peter Hitchens. This utterly objectionable personage has been playing lickspittle to Putin since before the latter’s first injection of Botox.

Putin, to him, was the leader of “the most conservative and Christian country in Europe”, not a murderous ghoul bent on reviving the Soviet empire, but this time run not by the communist party but by history’s unique blend of secret police and organised crime.

Hitchens spent a few months in Russia back in the 90s, which he claims gives him a Gnostic understanding of the country, its leaders and everything they do. Since few people share Hitchens’s idea of himself, he gets more and more defensive, in a hysterical sort of way.

His favourite trick is to claim that his opponents are ignorant. Hitchens, on the other hand, is a polymath savant of Renaissance proportions.

Last week, for example, he wrote that anyone who finds anything wrong with Putin doesn’t know whether it’s Vienna or Prague that’s farther west. “I do,” he announced proudly. Good on you, Peter, you know your elementary school geography. That nonsensical statement entitles you to shill for Putin.

This week came another wild claim. Speaking of the on-going war, Hitchens wrote: “And yet I doubt whether one person in 10,000 can work out why it happened, while nobody at all can point to any good it has done or could ever have done.”

As a service to the hapless 9,999 in 10,000, I’m prepared to fill in the gaps in their education. What happened was that a fascist regime launched an unprovoked aggression against its smaller neighbour trying to preserve its freedom. The why question is easy to answer: that’s what fascist aggressors do. What good it has done is that the smaller country has managed to preserve its independence against overwhelming odds. Glad to be of help.

What’s especially nauseating is that miserable Tuckers like Carlson and Hitchens shed crocodile tears for all those innocent lives lost on both sides. Rather than admitting honestly that they want fascism to win, they claim empathy for human suffering. At the same time, they apportion the blame for the suffering equally at best, and usually assigning the greater portion to the Ukraine.

All that is repeating Kremlin propaganda word for word, and I for one don’t care whether they do so because they are paid by Putin or of their own ghastly accord. The result is the same.

At least all those fascisoid hacks work surreptitiously, by eroding the will to support the Ukraine. The spiritual leader of that tribe, Trump, does nothing surreptitiously. He is Putin’s friend, the Ukraine’s enemy, and he doesn’t care who knows it.

Even so, he doesn’t express his feelings in so many words. Trump too feels the need to explain. In his case, that means lying through his teeth.

Thus it was the Ukraine, not Russia, that started the war (a leaf right out of the Kremlin propaganda book). The US has spent more on supporting the Ukraine than Europe did (a lie). Specifically, Zelensky’s obstreperousness has cost America $350 billion (another lie: the actual number is $58 billion). Zelensky is an unelected dictator (yet another lie: Zelensky was elected by a landslide, and no democratic country holds elections when she is under attack). Zelensky’s public support is four per cent (another lie on top of the others: it’s in fact 57 per cent).

Again, I don’t know and don’t care whether Trump is Putin’s agent of long standing, as some people claim. The important thing is that he wouldn’t be saying or doing anything different if he were.

Collectively, all such small lies add up to a big one: the Ukraine has lost the war and must accept any ‘deal’ Putin and Trump can shove down her throat. Yet nothing could be further from the truth.

In fact, if the West truly understood the existential danger presented by the fascist threat from the east, the Ukraine would have been armed sufficiently to rout the Russian hordes.

She showed her ability to do so even with one hand tied behind her back. Ukrainian troops soundly defeated Russian offensives on Kiev and Kharkov, drove the Russian navy out of the Black Sea having sunk several warships, closed their skies to the Russian air force and even managed to occupy a chunk of Russian territory. When ceding their own land, they make the invaders move in over a carpet of Russian corpses.

The fact that a free Ukraine is still standing is a triumph in itself. If properly armed and spared the defeatist talk of the likes of Stanley, the pro-Putin propaganda of Peter ‘Tucker’ Hitchens, and Trump’s open sympathy for, and support of, Russian fascism, Ukrainians could still rout the invaders.

As it is, this gruesome anniversary is a chance for all decent people to repeat the slogan of Ukrainian resistance: “Glory to the Ukraine!” “To the heroes the glory!”, is the stock reply to that one.