The cheap oil trap by Zakir Hall

When petroleum becomes cheaper, politicians celebrate, consumers breathe easier, and the fossil-fuel industry quietly prepares its next profitable resurrection. The planet, meanwhile, receives another invoice nobody wants to pay. Cheap oil becomes a political trophy, a reassuring economic signal, almost a declaration that everything is returning to normal. But normal is precisely the problem.

The celebration of cheaper oil is not merely economically shortsighted. It is dangerously dishonest about the world we inhabit. Beneath the comforting arithmetic of lower fuel bills lies an uncomfortable reality: the global energy system remains structurally vulnerable, strategically dependent, environmentally destructive, and frighteningly addicted to the very commodity whose temporary price decline is being celebrated.

Oil prices do not fall because humanity has suddenly escaped its dependence on petroleum. They fluctuate because supply, demand, geopolitical calculations, production decisions, economic expectations, and market speculation collide in unpredictable ways. A temporary price decline is not an energy revolution. It is a market movement, and confusing the two is an exercise in collective self-deception. The first victims of this illusion are long-term investments.

When oil becomes cheaper, political enthusiasm for expensive energy transitions weakens. Consumers postpone electric vehicle purchases. Businesses reconsider investments in alternative technologies. Governments discover convenient excuses to delay climate commitments, soften regulations, or subsidise conventional energy consumption. Fossil-fuel producers, meanwhile, exploit the breathing space to protect their infrastructure, consolidate market positions, and prepare for the next profitable cycle. This is how temporary economic comfort becomes permanent strategic stupidity.

The energy transition requires enormous capital, technological development, infrastructure, grid modernisation, storage capacity, and political consistency. These investments cannot be switched on and off according to the latest movements in international petroleum markets. Renewable energy projects, electricity networks, industrial electrification, and sustainable transport demand planning measured in decades, not the political attention span of a government celebrating a few cheaper litres of petrol.

And here lies the most disturbing contradiction. We know the climate clock is accelerating. We know fossil-fuel combustion remains a central driver of global warming. We know that postponing decarbonisation makes the eventual transition more expensive, more disruptive, and more socially painful. Yet every oil-price dip encourages the comfortable fantasy that the problem can wait.

The problem cannot wait. Nor should the energy transition be understood as an ideological punishment imposed upon motorists, workers, or struggling households. That is precisely the poisonous narrative fossil-fuel defenders have perfected: climate responsibility supposedly demands economic suffering, while petroleum consumption represents freedom, affordability, and ordinary people's interests.

This is nonsense dressed as populism. A genuinely intelligent energy policy would protect households from price shocks while accelerating the construction of a cleaner, more resilient energy system. It would use periods of lower oil prices to reduce dependence, strengthen public transport, improve energy efficiency, expand renewable electricity, and invest in technologies capable of replacing petroleum across industry and transport.

Instead, governments frequently behave like gamblers who mistake a lucky afternoon for financial security. The real question is not whether oil costs less today. It is whether tomorrow's economies will remain hostage to geopolitical instability, fossil-fuel supply disruptions, and environmental damage whose costs are increasingly transferred to taxpayers, communities, and future generations.

Cheap oil is not necessarily cheap energy. Its price at the pump excludes much of the climate damage, pollution, geopolitical insecurity, and economic vulnerability embedded in its consumption. The dangerous illusion is believing that a lower price means a smaller problem. Celebrating cheap oil while postponing the energy transition is not economic prudence. It is an expensive refusal to confront reality.

The oil market may offer temporary relief. The climate will not offer temporary consequences. And when the next energy crisis arrives, as the structural vulnerabilities of petroleum dependence guarantee it eventually will, today's celebrations will look less like economic victories and more like the applause of passengers enjoying a discount ticket aboard a sinking ship.

Looking In Love's Glass #Poem by Strider Marcus Jones

 

looking in love's glass
at what we have drank
and haven't drank
to quench our thirst
slow and fast
not the first
not the last-
beauty is flesh
is your womanliness
and i find
your mind
grows branches into mine
we climb-
so compatible
and indelible,
to others forgettable
crashed dream
on screen-
we know
we go
out of scene.

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Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and former civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. He is the editor and publisher of Lothlorien Poetry Journal https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/. A member of The Poetry Society, nominated for the Pushcart Prize x4 and Best of the Net x3, his five published books of poetry https://stridermarcusjonespoetry.wordpress.com/ reveal a maverick, moving between cities, playing his saxophone in smoky rooms.

Berserk Alert! #134 #Cartoon by Tony Zuvela

 

Tony Zuvela and his view of the world around us in a constant berserk alert!
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Trump’s circus, Miller’s cage by Thanos Kalamidas

On 10 November, the Republican-controlled House of Representatives voted 211–204 to refer the impeachment resolution against Defence Secretary Pete Hegseth to the Judiciary Committee, effectively killing the initiative for the rest of the current Congress. The procedural manoeuvre was practically a party-line execution of congressional accountability, with Thomas Massie of Kentucky standing virtually alone among Republicans in opposing the referral. Trump celebrated. Hegseth survived. And Congress surrendered yet another opportunity to show it possesses a spine.

The significance of this vote extends far beyond Hegseth’s immediate survival. It exposes the extraordinary resilience of Trump’s influence, even following Republican electoral setbacks and mounting public discontent over the administration’s military adventures. One might have imagined that a defeat at the ballot box would encourage a few Republican legislators to rediscover their constitutional duty. Apparently, that would require an act of political courage far more ambitious than anything currently available in the Republican marketplace.

Trump’s power over his party remains formidable because it is no longer merely electoral. It has become psychological, institutional, and disciplinary. Republican politicians understand that crossing Trump is not just a policy disagreement with the president; it is a potentially fatal declaration of independence from the very political machinery that controls their careers, their primaries, and their ideological legitimacy. The party has turned loyalty into currency and dissent into political suicide. And standing quietly behind this increasingly obedient political theatre is Stephen Miller.

If Trump remains the movement’s theatrical emperor, Miller increasingly resembles its ideological architect, building the machinery through which authoritarian impulses become administrative reality. His influence extends well beyond hardline immigration rhetoric, shaping the broader architecture of executive power, political intimidation, and the relentless vision of an America defined by exclusion, grievance, and ideological purification.

Miller does not need to occupy the Oval Office to exercise dominance. His power lies precisely in his ability to shape what happens inside it, translating Trump’s raw instincts into policy, institutional pressure, and ideological discipline. The Republican Party is fast becoming a vehicle not merely for Trump’s personality, but for Miller’s increasingly uncompromising vision of American governance.

The Hegseth vote illustrates this dynamic perfectly. A defence secretary facing serious allegations regarding military conduct, constitutional authority, and congressional oversight receives protection not through transparent accountability, but through partisan choreography. The message is brutally simple: loyalty to the president matters more than institutional scrutiny.

This is not strength; it is political dependency masquerading as strength. Republicans may congratulate themselves on having shielded their administration, but what they have actually protected is a system in which accountability becomes optional whenever the president objects. Their legislative independence increasingly resembles an ornamental feature of American democracy, trotted out for public speeches, then quietly set aside whenever it becomes inconvenient.

The disturbing question is no longer whether Trump dominates the Republican Party. He demonstrably does. The real question is whether the party has surrendered so much of its institutional identity that it has become permanently incapable of standing up to him.

If Miller’s ideological machinery continues to expand within that surrender, the Republican Party may eventually realise that it has not merely followed Trump into political darkness, it has helped build the architecture of the darkness itself.

Maples & Oranges #076 #cartoon by Thanos Kalamidas

Taunting oranges in the midst of other fruity links,
constantly spreading the wares of their juicy gloom.

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Climate diplomacy in the Sultan's greenhouse by Brea Willis

The United Nations environmental summit in Turkey raises a question that climate diplomacy has spent decades desperately avoiding: How much hypocrisy can an institution tolerate before its own existence becomes a political joke?

Turkey is hardly an innocent geographical backdrop. Under Recep Tayyip Erdoğan, the country has become increasingly authoritarian, concentrating power, marginalising dissent and treating democratic accountability as an inconvenient administrative detail. Its environmental record, meanwhile, has been marked by relentless development pressures, controversial mining projects, deforestation, ecological destruction and the persistent prioritisation of economic expansion over environmental protection.

And yet, here we are, preparing another grand international gathering where political leaders, corporate representatives, diplomats and environmental bureaucrats will presumably exchange carefully polished declarations about humanity's responsibility to protect the planet. The irony is not merely embarrassing. It is structural.

For decades, COP has developed into an extraordinary diplomatic ritual. Governments arrive with ambitious speeches, negotiate painfully diluted commitments, celebrate incremental progress and return home to confront the political inconvenience of actually implementing what they promised. Meanwhile, emissions continue, fossil fuel interests prosper, forests disappear and vulnerable communities are left holding the bill for a catastrophe they did remarkably little to create.

The summit becomes a theatre of environmental responsibility, while the real business of environmental irresponsibility continues outside its conference rooms.

Turkey's hosting should therefore become more than another diplomatic controversy. It should expose the fundamental contradiction of the entire COP process: Can a global institution genuinely defend the environment while allowing political prestige, economic interests and authoritarian convenience to dictate the conditions under which environmental responsibility is discussed?

The answer cannot simply be that every country is imperfect, or that diplomacy requires compromise. Of course it does. International cooperation cannot be conducted exclusively among environmental saints. But there is a difference between engaging imperfect governments and allowing the international legitimacy of the United Nations to become a decorative accessory for political regimes.

The UN does not need environmentally perfect hosts. It needs environmental credibility, institutional independence and the courage to confront governments whose policies undermine the very objectives they publicly endorse. Otherwise, these gatherings risk becoming travelling circuses of green rhetoric, where the expensive machinery of international diplomacy produces little more than photographs, promises and the occasional triumphant announcement about progress nobody can confidently measure.

The tragedy is that COP remains necessary. Climate change does not care about political ideology, national borders or diplomatic sensitivities. The planet cannot negotiate with atmospheric concentrations of carbon dioxide. Nor can collapsing ecosystems wait for another interminable argument about economic competitiveness. But necessity should not become an excuse for institutional complacency.

If COP wants to survive as something more than an annual exhibition of political hypocrisy, it must become brutally honest about its failures. Environmental commitments must be measurable, consequences must matter, fossil fuel lobbying must be confronted, and governments must stop confusing participation with achievement.

Turkey's summit could become another exercise in diplomatic self-congratulation. Or it could become an uncomfortable reminder that environmental diplomacy has reached a crossroads. Perhaps the most dangerous threat to COP is not the absence of another summit, but the growing suspicion that its existence has become more important than the survival of the planet it supposedly protects. That would be the ultimate environmental disaster: not the end of climate diplomacy, but its successful transformation into a magnificent international institution for talking about a world it has failed to save.

The ballot is not the battlefield by Howard Morton

Democracy does not necessarily die when somebody storms a parliament. Sometimes it dies while everybody is applauding an election victory, convinced that the other half of the country has finally been defeated. The tragedy is that the ballot box can remain perfectly functional while the democratic soul quietly disappears.

There is something profoundly disturbing about the contemporary democratic spectacle. Elections are celebrated as victories for freedom, interpreted as defeats for civilisation, or treated as declarations of war against everything the opposing electorate represents. The winners arrive with the arrogance of historical destiny; the losers retreat into the language of catastrophe. Somewhere between the two, democracy itself becomes an unfortunate casualty of political entertainment.

The problem is not that democracies disagree. Disagreement is their oxygen. The problem is that disagreement has become increasingly existential. Political opponents are no longer simply wrong, misguided or incompetent. They are dangerous, illegitimate, corrupt, traitorous, or supposedly determined to destroy the country. Consequently, an election is no longer a mechanism for managing competing political preferences. It becomes a battlefield on which half the population believes the survival of the nation is at stake. And that is precisely where democratic fragility begins.

The traditional image of democratic collapse involves tanks, generals, emergency proclamations and the dramatic suspension of constitutions. It is an appealing image because it provides a clearly identifiable villain and a convenient moment when everything went terribly wrong. Modern democratic erosion is considerably more sophisticated, less cinematic and infinitely more dangerous.

Institutions can remain standing while their foundations are systematically undermined. Courts continue operating, elections continue taking place, legislatures continue debating, and constitutions continue gathering dust in respectable offices. Meanwhile, political leaders increasingly treat institutional restraints as personal inconveniences, independent officials as enemies, public administration as partisan property and accountability as an act of hostility. The machinery survives. Its democratic purpose deteriorates.

This is not exclusively an American problem, although the United States offers an exceptionally revealing laboratory. Across Europe and elsewhere, political movements have discovered the extraordinary advantages of presenting themselves as the exclusive representatives of the authentic people. Whoever opposes them is therefore not merely an alternative political constituency but an obstacle to the popular will.

The implication is brutally simple: if we represent the people, our opponents must somehow represent something less legitimate. Democracy becomes majoritarian absolutism, dressed in patriotic language. Yet the responsibility cannot conveniently be assigned only to populists, conservatives, liberals, nationalists or whichever political tribe currently irritates us most. The democratic disease flourishes when every political camp begins excusing its own excesses while condemning identical behaviour from the other side. Selective outrage is not democratic vigilance. It is partisan hypocrisy wearing constitutional clothing.

Nor should electoral victories be confused with institutional health. Winning an election demonstrates that a political coalition secured sufficient votes under the prevailing rules. It does not establish that its programme is wise, its leadership trustworthy, or its interpretation of the national interest universally legitimate. Democracy requires something more difficult than winning: accepting that victory does not confer ownership of the state.

The opposition must remain legitimate. Courts must remain independent. Journalists must remain free to investigate. Civil servants must remain capable of serving the public rather than political masters. Electoral losers must retain meaningful rights, and electoral winners must encounter meaningful limits. These are not irritating obstacles to democratic leadership. They are the very architecture that distinguishes democratic government from organised domination. Ultimately, the greatest danger is not that half the country occasionally loses an election. It is that half the country increasingly believes losing an election means losing its country.

When that conviction becomes permanent, political compromise begins resembling surrender, institutional restraint becomes sabotage, and constitutional loyalty becomes conditional upon electoral success. Democracy cannot survive indefinitely as a permanent referendum on the existence of its opponents. The ballot box is supposed to settle political arguments temporarily, not authorise permanent warfare against fellow citizens.

A democracy does not need everybody to agree. It needs everybody to accept that disagreement is not treason, victory is not ownership, and the state belongs to neither the government nor its enemies. Otherwise, the elections will continue, the flags will continue waving, the speeches will continue celebrating freedom, and democracy will slowly become the ceremonial name of something considerably less democratic.

And when that happens, the most dangerous political question will no longer be who wins the next election. It will be whether there is anything left worth winning.

The revolution has gone viral. Now what? By Farida Iri

Millions of young people, separated by oceans, languages, borders and political systems, suddenly discover that their anger speaks the same language. A hashtag becomes a gathering place, a smartphone becomes a political weapon, and a photograph of police brutality can travel further in ten minutes than an official government explanation can travel in ten days. Welcome to the global awakening. Unfortunately, somebody forgot to explain what happens the morning after the revolution goes viral.

Across continents, Generation Z is discovering the streets. From democratic discontent and economic inequality to corruption, climate injustice, authoritarianism and the arrogance of political elites, young people are increasingly refusing to accept the inherited arrangement. They are angry, politically conscious and, above all, unwilling to pretend that a broken system deserves their patience. Their protests are not isolated explosions of youthful frustration. They are symptoms of a deeper international crisis of political legitimacy. But there is a dangerous illusion developing around this awakening: the belief that visibility equals victory. It does not.

Social media has transformed political mobilisation. It allows young activists to organise rapidly, expose abuses, document repression and build solidarity across national boundaries. A protest in one country can inspire another before its government has finished preparing its statement of condemnation. Digital communication has broken the traditional monopoly of political institutions over information. The young no longer need permission from newspapers, television networks or party headquarters to make their voices heard. That is the revolutionary achievement.

The problem is that political power has also evolved. Governments, corporations and established political parties have learned to live with digital outrage. They know how to manage it, exploit it, distract from it and, when necessary, wait for it to disappear. They can tolerate millions of angry posts because anger, however justified, does not automatically become legislation, institutional reform or redistribution of power.

In fact, outrage has become remarkably convenient for the establishment. It creates the appearance of political participation without necessarily disturbing the machinery of government. Politicians issue carefully manufactured statements, promise investigations, announce consultations and occasionally sacrifice a minister whose political usefulness has expired. A few apologies, a commission of inquiry and an impressive collection of television interviews later, business resumes as usual. The protesters return home. The system remains in office.

This is where Gen Z faces its greatest political challenge. It is one thing to bring thousands into the streets; it is another to build an organisation capable of remaining there politically when the cameras disappear. Demonstrations can destabilise governments, but they cannot independently administer public services, rewrite labour legislation, reform judicial systems or construct durable democratic institutions. Anger can open the door. It cannot govern the house.

There is also a troubling contradiction within the digital generation itself. Activism increasingly rewards speed, emotional intensity and spectacular confrontation. Nuance is less attractive than indignation, compromise is frequently mistaken for betrayal, and political discussion can deteriorate into competing performances of moral superiority. Everyone wants to be heard. Far fewer appear interested in the tedious business of negotiating, organising and building coalitions.

Yet democracy is tedious by necessity. It requires patience, arguments, alliances, electoral participation, independent institutions and the willingness to accept imperfect victories while continuing to fight for better ones.

The answer is not to abandon digital activism but to take it beyond the screen. Youth movements need permanent organisations, independent funding, local community networks, legal support, policy expertise and credible political representation. They must develop demands that can be measured, monitored and enforced. They must learn to negotiate without surrendering their principles and participate in institutions without becoming prisoners of the political establishment they set out to challenge.

And perhaps most importantly, they must understand that solidarity cannot be manufactured through hashtags alone. International movements need to recognise their differences, respect local realities and resist the temptation to impose one universal political formula on societies with very different histories and struggles.

The older political generation should stop patronising young activists with speeches about inexperience. Experience is not automatically wisdom, particularly when decades of experience have produced inequality, environmental destruction, corruption and declining public trust. But Gen Z should also resist the romantic temptation to believe that being younger automatically makes its politics more democratic, inclusive or effective.

Every generation has its revolutionaries. Every revolution eventually encounters the accountants, administrators, lobbyists and professional survivors of the old order.

The real measure of this global awakening will not be the number of demonstrations, trending hashtags or spectacular photographs circulating online. It will be whether young people can turn their collective anger into lasting political influence, whether they can change laws, challenge economic monopolies, defend democratic institutions and make governments answerable to the citizens they supposedly represent.

Otherwise, the global awakening risks becoming another spectacular digital event, consumed by the same platforms that profit from keeping everyone permanently outraged. The revolution has already found its audience. It has found its cameras, its slogans and its international language.

Now it needs an organisation, a political programme and the courage to stay in the fight long after the algorithm has moved on. Because a revolution that trends for a week but changes nothing is not a revolution. It is entertainment for the powerful.

Sceptic feathers #139 #Cartoon by Thanos Kalamidas

 

Cynicism with feathers on thin wires.

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The cartography of hatred by Wiryo Huojin

When history becomes a political weapon, borders stop separating countries and start imprisoning their people. Welcome to the Thailand–Cambodia border, where history is not merely remembered. It is repeatedly excavated, polished, weaponised and presented to the public as an emergency requiring permanent political attention.

The tragedy is that neither country is particularly short of real problems. Yet nationalism has an extraordinary capacity to make an imaginary historical victory appear more urgent than contemporary economic hardship, institutional corruption or political incompetence.

The Thai–Cambodian dispute is not simply a disagreement over geography. It is a demonstration of how history, when manipulated by political opportunists, can become an instrument of national paralysis.

The roots of this confrontation lie partly in the colonial cartography of French Indochina and the territorial arrangements inherited from the early twentieth century. Maps drawn under colonial administration became political ammunition for governments that inherited neither the colonial mentality nor the wisdom to leave its mistakes behind. The dispute surrounding the ancient Preah Vihear temple became the most visible symbol of this historical collision, despite the International Court of Justice ruling in 1962 that the temple belonged to Cambodia. But apparently, international law is considerably less exciting than a nationalist television broadcast.

For decades, competing interpretations of historical maps, sovereignty and territorial ownership have allowed politicians to transform geographical ambiguity into national humiliation. Each side has its own historical narrative, its own collection of grievances and its own domestic audience prepared to applaud anyone promising not to surrender an inch of national soil. The inconvenient question is whether the soil itself matters more than the political careers being cultivated around it. The answer is becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

The military confrontations of 2025 demonstrated how quickly a localised dispute could become a devastating regional crisis. Deaths, displacement, economic disruption and the destruction of trust were not abstract diplomatic inconveniences. They were the consequences of political failure. Yet even after ceasefire arrangements, the underlying confrontation has remained unresolved, with diplomatic relations deteriorating and negotiations struggling to regain momentum.

The maritime dimension makes the situation even more revealing. The overlapping claims in the Gulf of Thailand involve potentially valuable oil and gas resources. Here, historical nationalism meets commercial appetite. Sovereignty becomes a convenient banner behind which economic interests can march without having to explain themselves too carefully.

And what does ASEAN do? It demonstrates, once again, the limitations of a regional organisation whose commitment to non-interference can become an extraordinary excuse for institutional helplessness. Regional solidarity is wonderful in conference declarations. It becomes considerably less impressive when two member states threaten each other across a militarised frontier.

There is also an uncomfortable political symmetry. Neither Bangkok nor Phnom Penh can afford to appear weak. Nationalist sentiment has become a domestic political resource, and compromise risks being portrayed as betrayal. Governments that might otherwise negotiate rationally find themselves prisoners of the emotional machinery they have helped construct.

This is the real weaponisation of history: creating a political environment in which reason becomes treason and diplomacy looks suspiciously like surrender.

Meanwhile, ordinary people pay the bill. Border communities lose livelihoods, businesses lose customers, families lose security and generations grow up learning to distrust neighbours who share geography, commerce, culture and centuries of interconnected history. Nationalist politicians talk about defending civilisation while making everyday coexistence increasingly difficult.

There is something particularly ridiculous about two neighbouring countries treating an unresolved colonial boundary as though their entire national identities depend upon winning an argument over a line on a map. Modern states should possess something more sophisticated than inherited imperial paperwork and military posturing as the foundations of their foreign policy.

The solution is not mysterious. Resume meaningful bilateral negotiations, restore diplomatic communication, reactivate technical border-demarcation mechanisms, involve credible international legal processes and establish safeguards against military escalation. ASEAN must also demonstrate that regional cooperation means more than exchanging polite statements after another round of violence.

Neither country needs to abandon its historical memory. But both must stop confusing memory with ownership and patriotism with permanent confrontation. History should inform diplomacy, not dictate its imprisonment.

The Thai–Cambodian border will remain geographically where it is. The question is whether Bangkok and Phnom Penh can finally develop the political maturity to understand that national dignity is not measured in square kilometres, military deployments or the volume of patriotic shouting. A border is supposed to separate territories, not imprison the future.

And when politicians need yesterday's grievances to justify tomorrow's failures, it is not history that refuses to rest. It is political ambition that refuses to let it.

 

Solitary Man #Poem & #Painting by Nikos Laios

 

We leave traces
Of ourselves behind,
Pieces of our souls,
Pieces of our lives;
Everyone that has
Ever lived and
Everyone that
Ever will live,
Will all live and
Die on this delicate
Blue globe in the
Black nothingness
Of space.

I consider it all,
And run a hand
Over my stubbled
Chin and drink
A chilled wine,
As ‘Solitary Man’
By Neil Diamond
Crackles from
An old record
Player next to
A bookshelf in
My dusty
Drawing
Room.

I consider
All my lost loves
And future loves,
And understand
That our human
Connections make
Possible the absurdity
Of existence as I finger
A copy of ‘The Myth
Of Sisyphus’ by Camus,
And take another gulp
Of white wine as
I look through a
Window observing
The city below under
A dying sun.

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With a digital painting from Nikos Laios

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