Keir Starmer’s lethal legacy (opens in new tab)

A friend tells a blood-curdling anecdote about visiting Moscow for work, in that End of History interregnum, when the West still did business with the Russian bear. Even then, it was risky: my friend booked a driver to take him from the hotel to a client’s office, only to realize after a few minutes that the driver was heading at speed in entirely the wrong direction. When he queried this, the man simply pretended not to understand, and drove even faster. He realized with cold certainty he wa...