Independent political analyst. Collapse witness. Writing what the media won’t.
The Last Editorial Before Dawn
Francisco Goya, The Third of May, 1808It is a strange morning. The sun rises on a world where every institution hums a final dirge. We watch quiet rivers fill with ash, skyscrapers cast long shadows over starving fields, and the air trembles with alarms we dare not silence. All around us, the pages of the future are drenched in history’s handwriting: the collapse we were warned about has begun. It’s not the sudden crash of doomsday, but a grinding acquiescence – a slow-motion avalanche of neg...
The Last Editorial Before Dawn
Francisco Goya, The Third of May, 1808It is a strange morning. The sun rises on a world where every institution hums a final dirge. We watch quiet rivers fill with ash, skyscrapers cast long shadows over starving fields, and the air trembles with alarms we dare not silence. All around us, the pages of the future are drenched in history’s handwriting: the collapse we were warned about has begun. It’s not the sudden crash of doomsday, but a grinding acquiescence – a slow-motion avalanche of neg...
