Heroiam Slava

Battered by the never-ending waves of gloom and doom — the skeletal images of starving children in Gaza, the doubling of Trump’s tariffs, the pounding of Ukrainian cities — I woke up exulted to hear:

David had risen against Goliath, destroying a third of Russia’s bombers. Modern-day drones may have replaced slings, but ingenuity and grit against all odds had prevailed. The next day, a bridge — the only link between Russian-occupied Ukraine and the mainland — was severely damaged.

Like all schoolyard bullies, Putin can be subdued. Witness the pathetic volte-face three years ago of the Russian army — expected to reach Kyiv within days — ground to a halt through lack of supplies, setting itself up as target practice before retreating. Like a bully, he threatens nuclear war to dissuade further arms support from Ukraine’s allies; the disastrous use of “meat-grinding” tactics by the Russians has lost thousands of men to gain a kilometre of land; the perpetual bombing of civilian targets in Ukraine seeks to destroy the morale of its people.Easy targets with no comeback… until now. Damage to the Russian air fleet is estimated at $7 billion.

How could a platoon of Wagner troops, led by Prigozhin, march their way to the very outskirts of Moscow without being challenged?

Putin is performing a high-wire balancing act. He walks a greased tightrope. In his hands, Putin holds a long pole horizontally. On one side sits the tiger of North Korea; on the other, the elephant of China — both cautiously moving forward to devour him.

Can Putin make it to the other side without falling?

The Ukrainians have their own pole to nudge Putin off his perch. They’re so close to reaching him. Can Ukraine’s ever-fickle allies provide that extra inch?

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Written by Emil Rem

An eccentric accountant becomes a writer of eccentric characters, in exotic locales, with each chapter taking us on a trip into the fascinating twisted world of Emil Rem. Born to a close knit middle class Muslim East Indian family in Dar-es-Salam in the 50’s, he is then moved to Maidenhead England at the age of five. The next twenty years are spent shuttling between England and East Africa, wearing a St. Christopher’s cross one minute and attending church, to wearing a green arm band and attending Muslim religious classes in Africa next minute. Moving to Canada, marrying a woman from the Philippines and having two boys only adds further texture to his stories.

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