A new world is being born—not in the abstract, but in the shape of three tightening nooses around the lone super-power.
Call them Front-Lines rather than “theaters”; each is already hot enough to burn American fingers and, taken together, they sketch the outline of the post-1945 order’s successor. Front-Line One: the Middle-Eastern tar-pit Since Hamas burst out of Gaza’s fence on 7 October 2023 Washington has waded deeper into the Levantine swamp—exactly the quagmire the Blob swore it would avoid. (Yesterday’s note covered the details: the carrier groups, the frantic shuttling of Blinken, the slow-motion emptying of U.S. ammo bunkers in Israel’s shadow.) Front-Line Two: the European trip-wire What happened this week shows the second front is no longer “emerging”; it is operational. The Hungarian-Ukrainian drone farce Budapest detects a UAV over its airspace. Kyiv instantly blames Moscow. Hungarian intelligence shoots back: the flight path was scripted in Ukraine, the paint job is Russian—nice try, but we’re not your useful idiot. Forty-eight hours later Zelensky flips the script: “Hungarian drones are s...