The clearing oddly starts from football by Robert Perez

The isolation of Gianni Infantino from FIFA’s member associations would be more than a sporting scandal. It would be a political weather vane. If the world’s football establishment decided that its president had become too compromised, too powerful or simply too closely identified with one political camp, the symbolism would travel far beyond Zurich. It would suggest that the era of institutional immunity is ending and that Donald Trump and his loyalists may increasingly discover that loyalty is not the same thing as permanence.

Infantino’s predicament, in this interpretation, would matter because FIFA is precisely the sort of institution that has historically been comfortable with political ambiguity. Football crosses borders, regimes and ideologies with remarkable ease. Presidents shake hands with autocrats, democratic leaders and oligarchs alike. The governing principle is usually pragmatism: keep the game moving, keep the money flowing and keep politics at arm’s length, even when politics is standing directly on the pitch.

That arrangement is becoming harder to sustain. The removal, or even serious institutional isolation, of a powerful international figure would demonstrate that global organisations are beginning to rediscover an old political lesson: leaders are temporary; institutions are supposed to survive them.

That lesson has particular relevance for Mr Trump. Trumpism has always depended partly upon the assumption that institutions can be captured faster than they can resist. Put loyalists into government, pressure independent agencies, intimidate critics, cultivate friendly media and transform every administrative dispute into a test of personal allegiance. Eventually, the machinery of government begins to resemble the political personality of its occupant.

But institutions have memories. They also have antibodies. The more aggressively a political movement tries to colonise them, the more likely it is that resistance eventually emerges from within. Courts, civil services, universities, professional associations, corporations, sporting bodies and international organisations may tolerate political pressure for a surprisingly long time. What they tend not to tolerate indefinitely is the demand that their legitimacy be subordinated to one individual.

This is where the Infantino example becomes interesting. The significance would not lie simply in one football administrator losing influence. It would lie in the visual spectacle of institutional doors closing.

There is something especially powerful about political decline when it becomes visible. A leader who once received red-carpet treatment suddenly receives a formal invitation instead of a personal welcome. Allies become cautious. Former admirers discover principles. Invitations disappear. Telephone calls are returned less enthusiastically. Officials who once competed for proximity begin calculating the risks of being photographed beside you.

Political isolation rarely arrives with a trumpet. It arrives through small bureaucratic acts. That is why the eventual reckoning with Trumpism, if it comes, may look less like a dramatic revolution than a gigantic administrative spring-cleaning.

The first casualties will not necessarily be the loudest Trump loyalists. They may be the useful ones: the administrators who convinced themselves that accommodation was merely professionalism; the executives who mistook proximity for influence; the international figures who believed that transactional politics could remain permanently transactional.

Eventually they may discover that association has a half-life. This does not mean that every Trump-aligned person should be expelled from public life. Democratic institutions cannot become machines for political purification. A genuine post-Trump settlement must distinguish between ideological disagreement, political loyalty and misconduct. Otherwise the cure becomes another form of institutional capture.

But democratic systems do need to recover the courage to enforce standards. The larger question is therefore not whether Trump or his loyalists lose particular positions. It is whether institutions regain the confidence to say that no political leader owns them.

For decades, powerful figures have benefited from the belief that global institutions are too fragmented, too compromised and too dependent on personalities to resist. The emerging lesson may be the opposite.

Institutions can be slow. They can be cowardly. They can even be corrupt. But once they begin turning away, they can become remarkably merciless. And the most consequential political clearance may begin not with an election night, but with the quiet realisation that the invitations have stopped arriving.


The politics of taking by Solomon Mensah

 

South Africa has opened another chapter in the long, unfinished argument over land and inevitably, over race, history and political power. A court case challenging the country’s expropriation law has begun, with the Democratic Alliance, a member of the governing coalition alongside the African National Congress, joining the challenge. The legal question is technical. The political question is anything but.

The law permits the state, under certain circumstances, to expropriate privately owned land without compensation when agreement with the owner cannot be reached. That phrase “without compensation” has become political dynamite in a country where land remains one of the most visible symbols of apartheid’s legacy.

The ANC argues, with considerable historical justification, that South Africa cannot pretend that the distribution of land was the innocent result of market forces. Generations of discriminatory laws dispossessed Black South Africans, restricted where they could live and work, and concentrated agricultural land in white hands. Democracy ended apartheid; it did not magically redistribute its economic consequences.

But history is not a blank cheque. A democratic government has to distinguish between correcting historical injustice and weakening the security of property ownership. The first is necessary. The second can become economically disastrous. Investors do not require perfect governments; they require governments whose rules can be understood and whose property rights cannot suddenly become political bargaining chips.

That is where this court case matters. The Democratic Alliance’s participation is particularly revealing. It demonstrates that opposition to the law is not simply a white conservative reflex, nor can the government dismiss critics as defenders of apartheid privilege. The governing coalition itself contains competing visions of what land reform should mean.

And then there is Donald Trump, hovering over the debate like an American megaphone. Trump has used South Africa’s land policy to support his claim that white farmers are being persecuted. That argument deserves scrutiny precisely because South Africa’s genuine problems are serious enough without importing American culture-war mythology into them.

There is a legitimate debate about expropriation. There is also a vast difference between saying that a law creates risks for property rights and claiming that South Africa is engaged in a campaign of racial persecution against white farmers. The former is a constitutional and economic argument. The latter is a political narrative and a highly combustible one.

South Africa should not allow either side to turn land into a morality play with only heroes and villains. The descendants of people dispossessed by apartheid deserve more than sympathy. They deserve meaningful access to land, housing, opportunity and wealth. Farmers who have built productive enterprises deserve predictable legal protection. Neither proposition cancels the other.

The real test is whether South Africa can pursue land reform without making ownership arbitrary, and whether it can protect property rights without making historical injustice permanent.

That is precisely why the courts matter. Land reform cannot be conducted through slogans, presidential rhetoric or foreign political grandstanding. It needs transparent rules, constitutional safeguards, competent administration and an economic strategy capable of turning redistribution into opportunity.

South Africa has spent decades arguing about who owns the land. The harder question is what kind of country that land should produce. The answer should not be revenge. It should be justice with a functioning economy attached.

#eBook: Sunday Mutiny by Kristina Claesson

 

The girl was small for nine, with hair the colour of dry straw and eyes that seemed to take in everything while giving nothing back. Her name was Elin, and on the first Sunday of June, she simply did not get dressed for church.

Her mother, Birgitta, stood in the doorway of the bedroom, the starched collar of her good dress cutting into her neck. The house smelled of coffee and the ironed linen that had been laid out since Friday.
"Elin. The car leaves in twenty minutes."

The girl sat on the edge of her bed, still in her nightgown. She was reading a book, something about horses or maybe it was about girls who ran away. It was hard to tell from the doorway.
"I'm not going."

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Ant-sized Culinary #013 #Cartoon by Thanos Kalamidas

 

In the bustling undergrowth of Picante Hill, Anton the culinary ant dons his oversized toque and delivers deliciously chaotic cooking wisdom, one tiny misadventure at a time.

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Algorithm’s red problem by Mary Long

Artificial intelligence may turn out to be one of the Chinese Communist Party’s greatest achievements and one of its most awkward political inventions. Beijing wants machines that can write, think, predict, translate, manufacture and govern. It also wants them to remain obedient. That combination may prove considerably harder to engineer than a chatbot.

The Communist Party has always understood the value of information. Control the newspapers, television stations, universities and publishing houses, and you can shape the boundaries of public thought. The internet complicated that arrangement, but China responded with an extraordinary architecture of censorship, surveillance and digital control. AI appears at first to be the logical conclusion: an infinitely scalable bureaucracy capable of monitoring everything and everybody.

But artificial intelligence introduces an uncomfortable contradiction. A system designed to process enormous quantities of information is inevitably exposed to enormous quantities of ideas. And ideas, unlike data centres, do not always respect borders.

The Party's problem is not that AI will suddenly become a revolutionary Leninist philosopher and announce itself as chairman of an underground machine committee. The more serious danger is subtler. AI can make information cheaper, faster and more accessible. It can translate languages, compare competing historical narratives, identify contradictions and answer questions that previously required access to libraries, foreign websites or specialist knowledge.

That creates a political dilemma. A government can censor an article. It is considerably harder to censor every possible question that an intelligent machine might be asked about that article.

Beijing therefore faces an almost comic technological paradox. It wants Chinese AI to become globally competitive while simultaneously demanding ideological conformity. It wants innovation without intellectual unpredictability, creativity without dissent, autonomous systems without autonomous thinking. It is asking Silicon Valley's most ambitious dream to wear the uniform of a civil servant.

Perhaps that can work for a while. Chinese companies can build extraordinarily capable systems while imposing strict political boundaries. Algorithms can be trained, filtered and monitored. Citizens can be discouraged from asking certain questions. The machines can be taught that some historical events simply do not exist.

But intelligence has a troublesome habit of making comparisons. The greater AI becomes, the more difficult it may be to maintain a completely sealed informational universe. Chinese citizens do not need an AI to tell them that another political system is perfect. They merely need a machine capable of exposing the distance between official promises and observable reality.

And there is an even deeper problem. AI could weaken the Party's monopoly not by overthrowing it, but by making ordinary citizens less dependent upon institutions. A small entrepreneur can use AI as an accountant, lawyer, translator and marketing department. A student can use it as a tutor. A programmer can use it as an engineer. A journalist can use it as a research assistant. Knowledge becomes decentralised.

That is potentially more disruptive than a protest slogan. The irony is delicious. The Communist Party spent decades building a digital state capable of controlling information. Now it is helping create technologies that could make information extraordinarily difficult to control.

AI will not necessarily destroy the Party. Governments have survived technologies that were once expected to liberate humanity. The Party remains powerful, organised and remarkably adaptable.

But AI presents it with a question that cannot easily be answered by censorship: how much intelligence can an authoritarian system tolerate before intelligence itself becomes politically inconvenient?

China may discover that the most dangerous thing about artificial intelligence is not that machines learn to think. It is that people do.


The kids are Not alright by Virginia Robertson

For millions of young people, the future has become an invoice. They graduate into economies that demand experience before offering employment, housing markets that regard a salary as an amusing suggestion, and universities that can leave them carrying debts for the privilege of becoming employable. They are told to be entrepreneurial, resilient and adaptable, as though insecurity were a character-building exercise rather than a political choice.

And then there is Donald Trump. Trump did not create youth unemployment, student debt or the cost of living. Nor did he invent the political habit of asking younger generations to accept less while older generations protect what they already have. But his politics has become a vivid expression of the impatience, grievance and nostalgia that flourish when a society cannot convincingly promise its young people a better tomorrow.

The great Trumpian bargain is emotional before it is economic: you may not be getting a secure future, but you can at least be told that someone else is to blame. Immigrants, elites, universities, bureaucrats, foreigners, liberal cities, globalisation, there is always another culprit waiting in the wings.

What is striking is how little this answers the young person's mundane questions. Can I afford rent? Can I repay my education? Can I find a job that does not require me to live permanently in my parents' spare room? Can I start a family without treating childcare as a luxury product? Can I imagine retirement when I have barely imagined next Tuesday?

These are not ideological questions. They are arithmetic. Across rich democracies, young adults have inherited a peculiar contradiction. They are more educated than many previous generations, more connected, more technologically capable and more culturally fluent. Yet the economic ladder beneath them has become slippery. A degree is no longer a ticket into the middle class; it can be merely the entrance fee. Home ownership increasingly resembles an inheritance strategy. Stable employment is treated as a perk. Even leisure has become something to optimise, monetize or postpone.

International Youth Day should therefore be less a celebration than an audit. Politicians love young voters when they are symbols. They love photographs of students, panels about innovation and speeches about tomorrow. What they dislike is the bill for making tomorrow possible.

That bill involves affordable housing, decent wages, accessible education, vocational training, public transport, childcare and a labour market in which automation and artificial intelligence create opportunity rather than simply another excuse to squeeze payrolls. It also involves something less tangible but more important: political imagination.

Young people do not need another sermon about resilience. They have already demonstrated plenty of it. They need institutions that stop confusing endurance with success.

The real generational scandal is not that the young are angry. It is that their anger is entirely rational. If International Youth Day means anything in the Trump era, it should be a warning. A generation priced out of its own future will eventually stop believing in the people who designed the present. And when that happens, nostalgia will not save the old order. Neither will another slogan.


The finger and Kremlin by Dmitri Kovalev

There are few things more revealing about modern authoritarianism than the spectacle of a government charging a technology entrepreneur with terrorism while the entrepreneur’s own social-media account responds with a picture of him raising his middle finger. It is, in its peculiar way, almost too perfect, the state arrives carrying the solemn vocabulary of national security; Telegram replies with the international vocabulary of schoolyard defiance.

Russia’s accusation against Pavel Durov, the Russian-born founder of Telegram, is serious on paper. The Kremlin says that he failed to prevent Ukrainian intelligence agents from using the platform to recruit people for sabotage and terrorist attacks inside Russia. The implication is familiar: if a digital platform is used by criminals, spies or terrorists, then the person who created the platform must somehow share responsibility for what happens upon it.

This is an attractive argument for governments because it is wonderfully convenient. It turns the complicated problem of policing millions of private communications into the much simpler problem of finding one person to blame.

The difficulty is that Telegram is not a state intelligence service. It is a communications platform, used by an enormous variety of people for an enormous variety of purposes. The same technology that allows a criminal conspiracy to communicate can allow dissidents to communicate, journalists to protect sources, families to talk privately and ordinary citizens to exchange photographs of their lunches without first obtaining permission from the security apparatus.

The Kremlin, of course, has never been particularly enthusiastic about the distinction. Russia’s political system has spent years cultivating an environment in which the state reserves the right to decide what constitutes permissible speech, permissible organisation and, increasingly, permissible thought. In such a system, encrypted communication is not merely a technological feature. It is an irritant. Privacy itself begins to look suspicious.

Durov is hardly an uncomplicated champion of liberalism. Telegram has long been a sprawling digital bazaar where legitimate journalism, political activism, conspiracy theories, pornography, propaganda and outright criminality can occupy neighbouring rooms. That creates genuine questions about moderation and responsibility. A platform cannot simply shrug whenever its infrastructure is exploited for terrible purposes.

But responsibility is not the same thing as omnipotence. The notion that a platform founder should somehow prevent every malicious use of his creation is a fantasy of technological control. By that logic, telephone manufacturers would be responsible for bank robberies planned by telephone, car companies for crimes committed in cars and stationery manufacturers for threats written on their paper. Eventually, someone would have to prosecute the inventor of the pencil.

What makes the Kremlin’s accusation especially revealing is its political usefulness. Russia is fighting a war in which information, communication and morale are as important as artillery. Telegram has become one of the principal arenas in which that war is narrated, contested and manipulated. Controlling the messenger therefore becomes another way of controlling the message.

And then came the finger. The photograph was juvenile, theatrical and, frankly, rather funny. Yet it captured something important. Authoritarian governments depend upon the appearance of overwhelming seriousness. Their language is always grave: terrorism, security, sovereignty, extremism, national survival. A single obscene gesture punctures that solemnity rather efficiently.

Perhaps that is why the image matters. The Kremlin wants Durov to appear as a dangerous man who enabled terror. Telegram answered by making him look like an irritated schoolboy refusing to hand over his phone. Between those two images lies the real argument: who gets to control communication and who gets to decide when privacy becomes a crime?


Walk the talk 26#013 #cartoon by Thanos Kalamidas

 

The term “talk the talk, walk the walk” is a phrase in English
that means a person should support what they say, not just with words,
but also through action. Actions speak louder than words.

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The rise of the toll booths by Mathew Walls

There are few things more impressive in geopolitics than watching a superpower manufacture a crisis and then discover that everybody else has brought a cash register. Donald Trump’s latest adventures around the Strait of Hormuz have produced precisely that spectacle. What was supposed to demonstrate American dominance has instead reminded the world that maritime power is less like owning a motorway than owning a very troublesome crossroads. Close the road, threaten the traffic, rattle the barriers, and sooner or later somebody arrives with a collection box.

Now Vladimir Putin appears to have noticed the opportunity. The Kremlin has always possessed a finely tuned instinct for monetising disorder. Where other governments see a crisis, Moscow tends to see a market. Where Washington sees deterrence, Moscow sees leverage. And where everyone else sees another dangerous stretch of sea, Putin sees something resembling a toll road.

The irony is delicious. America spent years lecturing the world about maintaining freedom of navigation, only to discover that freedom becomes rather expensive when the global security architecture is handled like a casino chip. Every escalation in Hormuz sends another nervous shudder through the shipping industry. Every threat encourages companies to reconsider routes, insurance and risk. Every disruption creates incentives for other powers to insert themselves as indispensable middlemen.

The Red Sea, naturally, is where this gets particularly absurd. A waterway that should be a geographical fact has increasingly become a political bargaining table. Ships do not merely sail anymore; they calculate. They negotiate with geography, armed groups, governments, insurance companies and whichever geopolitical entrepreneur happens to be standing beside the channel with a hand extended.

Putin understands this instinctively. Russia does not need to control every route. It merely needs the world to believe that Russia can complicate enough of them. That is a different kind of power: not ownership, but nuisance value elevated into strategy.

And Trump, with his characteristic affection for maximum pressure and minimum patience, has proved remarkably helpful. The American president appears to believe that international politics works like a property dispute in which the loudest neighbour eventually gets the largest parking space. Unfortunately, oceans do not behave that way. Nor do markets. Nor do allies. Nor, for that matter, adversaries.

The consequences are larger than another quarrel over shipping fees. Every time Washington turns a strategic chokepoint into an arena for brinkmanship, it weakens the assumption that international commerce can operate above the ambitions of individual powers. Countries begin hedging. Companies begin rerouting. Rivals begin experimenting. Soon the exceptional becomes routine.

And once toll booths appear on one route, others are encouraged to build them. This is the great unintended gift of Trump’s foreign policy: he keeps demonstrating that American power can be used in ways that encourage other powers to imitate its most coercive habits.

Putin, naturally does not need an invitation. He merely needs another crisis, another frightened shipowner and another stretch of water where somebody can say, with a perfectly straight face… Pay up.


The longest red card by Kasie Hewitt

There is a peculiar spectacle unfolding in world football, the man at the centre of the storm appears increasingly determined to remain seated in the chair from which everyone else seems to want him removed. Gianni Infantino, president of FIFA, has perfected the political art of surviving the room after the furniture has been rearranged.

The accumulating calls for his resignation matter, but they matter less than the geography of his remaining support. Football, like politics, is rarely governed by principle alone. It is governed by alliances, favours, institutional memory and, occasionally, the comforting belief that the devil one knows is preferable to the devil waiting outside the executive suite.

Infantino's defenders are not necessarily united by affection. Some may simply calculate that the current arrangement works for them. Parts of Africa and Asia remain useful pillars. Argentina and Mexico are particularly important political territory. The United States, too, represents an awkwardly powerful relationship, especially as football's commercial and geopolitical centre of gravity continues its long migration towards North America.

This is what makes Infantino difficult to dislodge. A football president does not need universal popularity. He needs enough votes, enough allies and enough institutions willing to stand beside him when the criticism becomes deafening.

That distinction is crucial. The modern FIFA presidency is not merely an administrative position. It is a small exercise in international statecraft, complete with presidents, regional blocs, diplomatic language, competing interests and an astonishing capacity for institutional self-preservation. The football itself can sometimes seem like the least important character in the room.

And that is the deeper problem. When governing bodies become primarily concerned with preserving the legitimacy of their leadership, criticism is easily transformed into a conspiracy, opposition into disloyalty and demands for reform into threats to stability. The language is familiar from politics because the machinery is familiar from politics. Power rarely describes itself as power. It calls itself continuity.

Infantino has benefited from precisely that vocabulary. His supporters can point to expansion, investment, global tournaments and FIFA's enormous financial reach. They can argue that football has become more international, more commercially ambitious and more geographically inclusive. Those are not trivial achievements. Nor is it unreasonable for poorer football nations to view the distribution of FIFA's money through a different lens from wealthy European associations accustomed to having disproportionate influence.

But money can purchase loyalty without necessarily purchasing legitimacy. The danger for Infantino is therefore not that every federation suddenly agrees that he must go. The danger is that enough federations begin to believe that defending him costs more politically than replacing him.

That is how football revolutions actually happen: not with a dramatic whistle, but with a gradual change in calculation.

For now, the president remains a formidable opponent precisely because he understands the arithmetic. He knows where his friends are, knows which relationships matter and knows that football's governing map is considerably larger than Europe.

His critics may have the moral argument. He still has the votes. And until those two things become the same thing, the red card remains stubbornly in the referee's pocket.


The park that knows you by Casey Norris

For centuries, cities have treated parks as pleasant interruptions to urban life. They were places where lawns softened concrete, where benches offered a brief pause between errands, where children burned off impossible quantities of energy while adults pretended not to answer work emails. Parks were designed largely around aesthetics, maintenance budgets and available land. If they happened to improve mental health, that was considered a fortunate side effect rather than the central purpose.

Perhaps it is time to reverse that logic. Imagine a city park built not simply to be beautiful but to guide the human mind through carefully designed psychological pathways. A place where every bend in the trail, every cluster of trees, every sound of falling water and every change in texture beneath bare feet has been deliberately composed to reduce anxiety, restore attention and invite quiet reflection. Such a park would not manipulate visitors. It would simply acknowledge something modern cities have stubbornly ignored: the brain is part of urban infrastructure too.

Urban planners routinely calculate traffic flow down to the second. Engineers model flood risks decades into the future. Architects simulate sunlight, wind and energy efficiency with astonishing precision. Yet the emotional experience of moving through public space often remains an afterthought. We continue to design cities primarily for machines while expecting humans to adapt.

Nature has never worked that way. There is a reason dense green canopies calm us. A shaded path lowers not only temperature but mental vigilance, encouraging the nervous system to shift from perpetual alertness towards recovery. Small waterfalls do more than decorate landscapes. Their gentle, irregular sounds obscure traffic noise without demanding conscious attention, creating an acoustic refuge that feels remarkably private despite being public. Even the simple act of walking barefoot over smooth stones, cool earth or soft grass forces the mind into the present moment. One cannot endlessly rehearse tomorrow's worries while paying attention to every sensation underfoot.

These experiences are not luxuries. They are increasingly becoming necessities. Modern cities have become astonishingly efficient at generating low-grade psychological exhaustion. Notifications follow us into cafés. Advertising occupies every available surface. Traffic competes with construction, emergency sirens and aircraft. Even leisure often becomes another form of consumption, demanding purchases, reservations and performance. The result is a population surrounded by stimulation but starved of restoration.

This is where psychologically designed parks become something more than attractive public amenities. They become preventive healthcare disguised as landscape architecture. Critics might object that this sounds suspiciously therapeutic, as though municipalities were attempting to prescribe emotional states through gardening. Yet every built environment already influences behaviour. Airports encourage urgency. Casinos reward disorientation. Shopping centres quietly choreograph movement to maximise spending. No one accuses these spaces of being neutral. Why should parks pretend to be?

The difference is intent. Designing environments that gently reduce stress is a far more humane ambition than designing environments that quietly maximise commercial activity. If cities already accept responsibility for clean drinking water, safe streets and breathable air, acknowledging psychological wellbeing as another public good seems less radical than overdue.

The greatest irony is that none of these ideas are especially futuristic. Streams have soothed people for millennia. Forest canopies existed long before skylines. Walking barefoot is among humanity's oldest habits. The innovation lies not in inventing new therapies but in recognising ancient human instincts as worthy of deliberate civic investment.

Perhaps the park of the future will not dazzle us with spectacular architecture or monumental sculptures. Instead, it will offer something rarer: permission for the overstimulated mind to become quiet without effort. In an age obsessed with productivity, that may be the most revolutionary public service a city can provide.


The clearing oddly starts from football by Robert Perez

The isolation of Gianni Infantino from FIFA’s member associations would be more than a sporting scandal. It would be a political weather va...