The Death of Diplomacy

In the northern hemisphere people may not be much aware, if at all, of the storm brewing in our cappuccino cups in Australia. Since I am in Australia at the moment it is difficult to escape it. What follows is written on the far south coast of New South Wales, in a small town.

President Trump rang the Australian Prime Minister, Malcolm Turnbull last Sunday. The scheduled hour-long call was, apparently, abruptly terminated by Trump, who, having harangued Mr Turnbull, then hung up on him at the 25-minute mark. Mr Trump, employing his gift for the most superlative of superlatives (no one has superlatives like him, he has the best superlatives), called it the worst call he has made so far to a world leader. Continue reading “The Death of Diplomacy”

In hindsight, foresight: Brexit & Australian history

The whirlpools of the Brexit debate that will come to its climax in the 23 June referendum are not for monks to be dipping anything more than their toes into, and even then only with the loins securely tethered to the shoreline. There are significant arguments in both directions, and significant appeals to sentiment.

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