The War Correspondent Writes
The Situation On the Ground
The J’accuse War Correspondent is no summer internship gig; no lavish bounties from the seat of Ed West for me, I survived this war by nothing but cunning and determination. I am, after all, eminently qualified for the position; who in England has greater experience with danger than I? I cast my mind back, staring into the windows of the sleeper service crossing the Polish-Ukraine border, pregnant with opacity of night, to the pitiless undergrowth and rural dives of Fen Ditton: booted by force from yet another student society for my wise counsel and judicious opinions on contemporary politics. Just like Mr. Zelensky, I have been a victim of meaningless hatred; a Liberal man, who must forge tactical alliances with dodgy elements in the extreme right. Whatever Putin’s War can throw at me pales before the wiles of twelve Union Presidents united in one hoarse call for Mikkagroyper: the first to defy the Liberal Norms of World Order and Get Away With It.