Not The Greatest Hit of The Nineties

And so Bill Clinton's fake state of Bosnia-Herzegovina begins in earnest to disintegrate. The wonder is that this has taken an entire generation, and not only because no one even knows where Bosnia ends and Herzegovina begins.

The state schools of Sarajevo have long since banned the white-bearded figure known to Croat children as Dred Božinjak (Father Christmas), to Serb children as Božik Bata (Christmas Friend), and even, in the last 50 years, to Bosnian Muslim children as Deda Mraz (Grandfather Frost).

Expect those schools, and other public institutions, to enforce Islamic dress codes, dietary laws and so forth in the very near future, if they are not already doing so.

The Republika Srpska will declare independence sooner rather than later, and will deserve every support when she does. The Bosnian Croats are also coming round.

The West backed the wrong side in Bosnia, Europe's first Islamist state, complete with a constitutional ban on Jews and Gypsies becoming President or Senators, a ban befitting a state founded by an old SS recruitment sergeant who had become a Wahhabi rabble-rouser.

The West also backed the wrong side in Kosovo, Europe's second Islamist state, where the Wahhabism and the Nazi nostalgia are mixed in with heroin-trafficking, with prostitution, and with the Maoism of Enver Hoxha, as well as with trafficking in human organs horrifically obtained, as some of us have been saying for years, and as everyone, or at least everyone morally and intellectually serious, finally admitted last year.

The Thickies become utterly delirious as they recount the role of Hajj Amin al-Husayni in raising the armies whose sons and grandsons were to don black shirts in their honour 50 years later. They honestly cannot see the connection. Of course, that kind of inability is what makes them the Thickies.

"I would never allow a Serb, Jew or Gypsy to marry into my family," declared our dear ally, Franjo Tuđman, who duly removed the constitutional reference to the Serbs as one of Croatia's two constituent peoples.

Last year, we saw the State Funeral of a Croatian Serb who was the widow of a Croat. "As a Croat and as a Catholic," were words that had had to be cut from the official text of his audience with Pope Paul VI.

That State Funeral was the final goodbye to, undeniable though its faults were, the recent historical reality of workers' self-management and profit-sharing within a multinational state which included both culturally Christian and culturally Muslim places and peoples, and which enjoyed vast global influence while resolutely pursuing peace and eschewing transnational military power blocs.

Opposition to the shameful British role in destroying that (rather Anglophile) multinational state first began to bring back together the traditional British Right and the traditional British Left, each of which found itself excluded from consideration and debate.

The rest is history. But very much living history. As we see now on the streets of Sarajevo.