The Kremlin will send ten thousand men into the fire for a single mile of ground, and when half are slain, they call it a good day’s work.

Their rulers think nothing of squandering men as though they were musket balls.

The murder of a citizen by those sworn to protect her is no misfortune — it is a calamity of governance.

A republic can survive mistakes in foreign fields, but it cannot endure when its own streets become battlefields and its own citizens are felled by those in authority.

The Kremlin will send ten thousand men into the fire for a single mile of ground, and when half are slain, they call it a good day’s work.

Their rulers think nothing of squandering men as though they were musket balls.

Well done, my good man.
KBO!

Ah yes, that old remark. I once said Americans would do the right thing after exhausting all alternatives… I fear these days, the alternatives have become rather more inventive—and the exhaustion, quite permanent.

The Kremlin will send ten thousand men into the fire for a single mile of ground, and when half are slain, they call it a good day’s work.

Their rulers think nothing of squandering men as though they were musket balls.

With China he wagered on tariffs, thinking the mandarins would cry uncle when the golden spigot was pinched.

Instead, they played the long game, as they always do, suffering the sting today for the profit tomorrow.

Trump mistook patience for weakness, and in that he was wrong

Trump presents us Vance as his successor; it is rather like a circus master promising that the understudy clown will now tame the lions.

The young man may well one day learn statecraft, but it is doubtful the Republic can afford to serve as his schoolroom.

So Trump has anointed a successor —this Vance fellow. Hah!
One might as well name the cabin boy Captain because he looks tidy in uniform. The ship of state requires a helmsman, not a memoirist still learning his sea legs.

With China he wagered on tariffs, thinking the mandarins would cry uncle when the golden spigot was pinched. Instead, they played the long game, as they always do, suffering the sting today for the profit tomorrow. Trump mistook patience for weakness, and in that he was wrong.

Trump fancies himself the merchant prince of diplomacy—a bargain here, a boast there, as though the chancelleries of Delhi and Peking were but stalls in some gaudy bazaar.

Imagine, a man so desperate for laurels that he shakes his fist at Oslo! I daresay even Napoleon never thought to bully the Scandinavians into flattery. Prizes are not won by tantrums, and if Mr. Trump thinks otherwise, then he mistakes the Nobel Committee for one of his casinos.”

I find it difficult to dispute your point.

One is at a loss to explain America’s posture with regard to these events