In politics as in our personal lives, just six words comprise one of the commonest falsehoods around. Those six words are: “It can't go on like this.” But it can. I've come to the melancholy conclusion that in Zimbabwe it must.
This weekend there will be voices in our Prime Minister's ear suggesting how in one bound he might cast off his dithering reputation. To help to broker the toppling of Robert Mugabe (they will whisper) might be just the sort of history-making that rescued Margaret Thatcher from doldrums at home, before Galtieri invaded the Falklands. In The Times this week Lord (Paddy) Ashdown of Norton-sub-Hamdon suggested that intervention may become necessary. Mr Brown will think hard about this; list the pros; list the cons; dither; and finally decide it's all too difficult.
Well let's hear it for dithering. Beware the widely held opinion that all we need is Robert Mugabe's head on a stick. In Iraq we called this the decapitation strategy, and duly secured the required head - Saddam's - on the right stick. Then it all went wrong. The ingredients necessary for a liberal democracy were not, it turned out, there. Why should things be different in Africa?
Zimbabwe Rhodesia is not Iraq and Mugabe is not Saddam Hussein, however the Rhodesian people would be extremely lucky if they were. Because contrary to what this limy nitwit thinks the war in Iraq has been all but won. The Iraqi government is making great strides and the streets of Baghdad are well on their way to becoming safer than those of Washington DC.
Sadly the current state of Rhodesia is the inevitable and predictable result of putting left-wing Marxists in charge of the country. The people (black and white) of both Rhodesia and South Africa would have been far better off it the Western nations hadn't come down with a collective case of the vapors at the thought of white governments ruling over black people and had just minded their own business.
Oh, what's the limy nitwit's answer to it all?
"I have none. To rescue Zimbabwe is beyond not our capacity, but our will. We can only wail and wring our hands."
You wail and wring your hands sugarplum. I'll occupy my time by trying to warn people that this is what happens when you listen to the left about, well anything.
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