The Fall of Orbán in a Time of War
It makes one want to celebrate, but it’s not time nor the reason
It is hard not to become part of the fray. Hard not to cheer every event that marks a point for your side. This weekend was a banner one for people who dislike JD Vance. His record of international failures is, at this point, almost architectural in its construction. He visited the Pope. The Pope died the next day. He toured Greenland. He stumped pathetically for Orban. Then he walked into a peace negotiation for a war his boss started, at the behest of one of the most compromised Prime Ministers in Israeli history, carrying nothing but a suitcase of losses. His boss, meanwhile, positioned himself to claim whatever slim victory might emerge while saddling Vance with the loss most of us knew was coming.
It is stunning. It is also a window into both men. The view is not reassuring.
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