Sabres into Shares...

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Are we soon to see another war in Europe? There's certainly a lot of the modern equivalent of sabre-rattling: big man macho posturing and frantic rolling news and social media hysteria. We've even had to witness last night's PM news briefing sign-off: a rather tragic [paraphrasing here] 'I'm just going to make a rather important phone call to the President of Ukraine' in order to deflect from his woeful performance hitherto in the briefing.

Who knows exactly what to believe? The news on the ground in Ukraine is 'business as usual': the Ukrainians are used to being surrounded by Russian troops and have been for years. Doris wants us to believe that he and the British government are the only things that can prevent Putin from invading the country - so far, all we've done is to embargo a couple of banks are three billionaires. Not going to cut it. Anyway, the bulk of these bugger's cash is salted away where the sun don't shine: it ain't all in places where Doris might think he has jurisdiction over.

The prospect of another European war is certainly not a pleasant one, but I'm pretty certain it won't happen, and weirdly I think that the prophylactic, ironically, will be global capitalism itself: actual physical wars just don't figure highly enough on the radar of the mega-corps, whose stock-in-trade is data, not arms. Money is the key, but Doris imagining that UK Limited has much control over any of the billions or even trillions of dollars salted away by the Russians is naive at best, but I suspect in reality disingenuous. Follow the money...

 


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