Epitaphs for the Unforgiven
International relations as Prog Rock vs Classic Rock
The Trump 2.0 administration has unleashed a classic rock vibe—a bold, populist realism—into politics to disrupt the prog-rock labyrinthine noodling of the globalist establishment. It’s working.
While MAGA are having a rollicking time in the Metallica mosh pit, the liberal ancien régime can do little but cover their refined Yes-men ears, wincing as the Crimson King’s wall, on which their prophets wrote, begin to crack.
Brace for lyrical rock metaphors and artistic licence!
Epitaph is a sprawling, melancholy piece from the 1969 album In the Court of the Crimson King, by prog-rockers King Crimson.
Confusion will be my epitaph / As I crawl a cracked and broken path…
To this soundtrack, I see the globalists’ progressive vision crumbling against the onslaught of Trump’s classic rock challenge. The globalists pursued soft power—and mineral wealth—through stealth: NGOs, green agendas, funding LGBTQ uprisings, and fueling race conflict all to subvert norms and upset the balance of power from within. Trump’s Metallica-esque power chords and DOGE’s thumping bass have put paid to that!
…And I fear tomorrow I’ll be crying
Literally, in the case of MEP Christoph Heusgen.
I can’t help but envision a darkly comic scene with Ursula von der Leyen, Klaus Schwab, Tony Blair, and cronies, drowning their sorrows in a Brussels speak-un-easy bar. As the alcohol flows, they become evermore bitter and turn their claws on one another. It’s always someone else’s fault. The energy in the Trump Metallica mosh pit—which embraces robust personal agency—easily overwhelms this frailty.
The Unforgiven is a raw ballad that could carry the voices of many people stricken by the globalists’ Covid edicts. Up to 28 million people may have died from Fauci’s funding of a Frankenstein virus. Their mourning families and the rest of us were forced into isolation while the elites partied in contempt of us all. The uncontainable energy unleashed by this is behind Trump’s election.
I’d love to have been a fly on the wall when Hillary Clinton lost to Trump in 2016, or observed talks between H.Clinton and Obama in 2024 after the Biden firewall finally collapsed…
…also the realisation that Kamala Harris was an empty suit.
The old progressive US regime via USAID & countless NGO’s have pursued soft progressive power by throwing taxpayers’ money after old rope—funding trans pantomimes, horrific experiments on animals, modern art appreciation classes in Somalia, and playing geopolitical terrorist bingo with a spinning globe, where one mans terrorist is also their freedom fighter, depending on which country their finger lands. This was an experiment that went too far, crashing into a free-for-all of corruption.
Enter the soft rock of Zelensky and Ashley St. Clair.
I know these are serious issues, but this is a part-parody. As the saying goes, you have to laugh or you’d cry!
There’s a saying about crapping in your own backyard. Clearly, Zelensky hasn’t heard of this. Nor has Ashley St. Clair. In the Oval Office today, Zelensky didn’t just piss on his chips, he defecated on them. Now, no one will trust him when he offers to share any flour or potato-based snack. They’re never going to get to ‘smores.
To run with the metaphor, Zelensky is on the final countdown for Ukraine, and in the hierarchy of rock, he’s soft rock Europe. Everyone will know Europe’s The Final Countdown reached number 8 on the US Billboard Hot 100 chart, but it was not a song that inspired change but capitalised on it.
Similary, Ashley St Clair is a woman who had a biological child with Elon Musk. It’s no secret Musk is a natalist who wants to have as many children as possible. Hot women are a great proxy for good genes — well, they were until cosmetic surgery. Talking about pissing on your own chips, lasses.
Musk has said he always looks after his biological children, but pauses when he thinks the mother is making astronomical demands that have nothing to do with the offspring at hand.
So I end with joining these two soft rock, performative postures of both Zelensky and St. Clair. Zelensky broke protocol by addressing and actively arguing with Trump and Vance after they had made a verbal deal to sign the formal one. This is the only reason Zelensky was invited to the Oval Office. If, during the argument, Zelensky then insulted Vance under his breath, that’s a further infringement of trust. Thousands of lives were set to be saved by the deal. Zelensky could not help himself but to try and cause a scene in public. This is exactly what Ashley St. Clair did. St. Clair is the hot cover star of Zelensky’s soft-rock mediocre album.
It’s a timely reminder about human nature. To many—even most—people, saving face is more important than saving lives.
This power playlist is feral, not refined, as are humans.
*Thanks to an old boyfriend (and still friend) from the late 80s/early 90s (Neil) who was a prog-rock fanatic & probably never realised I was listening.
**I’m working on a couple of long essays. These will be paywalled. This is a short piece of entertainment while I’m drafting them