Nick Cohen can be so good and important, that it is
heartbreaking when he bangs the neocon drum of war.
On Friday afternoon, as they
wandered home from school and as I brought the bin in (before my back gave out
with a vengeance again; if things are a bit slow this week, then I am once more under the
doctor in a major way), I amused and mildly shocked the three teenage brothers across
the road with Valentine tales of the 1990s, that Golden Decade when I was their
age.
Neither they, nor the two next
door, nor the one a couple of doors up, nor the one a couple more doors up
again, to name but a few, will have any business being sent to die for the
literally Nazi agents of NATO and EU expansionism, any more than for its
Putinist opponents.
Nor to die for the Saudi
Frankenstein, any more than for its IS Monster.
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