Europe Begs Russia for War

By Olivia Pierson
First published on the Good Oil, 5th March 2025


​Well, isn’t this just a confounding mess?

War, the single most catastrophic disaster that can befall nations, is being toyed with again by fools who wouldn’t know diplomacy if it slapped them across the face with a cheap rubber jandal.

Those who bluster into conflict without a shred of serious effort to avoid it are the absolute dregs of humanity—like Hamas. And here we are, watching it potentially unfold in Europe like some grotesque rerun of history’s worst episodes.

Zelensky’s clown-world performance last Friday in the Oval Office: there he was, pimping out Ukraine yet again, grovelling for another deal with Donald Trump in exchange for “security guarantees,” the holy grail of a NATO alliance agreement (and Ukraine is not in NATO), only to suddenly turn and bite like some snotty teenager who’s forgotten who pays the bills.

It was pathetic—entitled, lippy, and downright unmasculine. Honestly, Trump was completely correct to show him the door and tell him to sort out his own mess or come back with an apology. I wager that the European elite, encouraged by Mark Rutte, Secretary General of NATO, who loathe Trump and everything he stands for, put Zelensky up to this stunt, hoping he’d “take the Donald to task.” What a clusterf@#k! It blew up right in their faces spectacularly, and now they’re scrambling to save face since NATO is absolutely nothing without the United States.

Then there’s Keir Starmer, strutting about like he’s got the backbone to commit British troops and the RAF against Russia. This isn’t some schoolyard scrap—it’s Russia, for goodness’ sake, the bloody nuclear super-powered Bear, and Ukraine’s already proven that this war is a losing bet. It’s sheer lunacy, the kind that brings to mind 1914 and the July Crisis before the outbreak of World War I.

Back then, not one so-called diplomat had the guts or brains to stop the world from tumbling into pure, hideous, bloody chaos (okay, maybe one —Sir Edward Grey, the British Foreign Secretary). The result? A meat grinder that chewed up millions, leaving memorials dotted across New Zealand, Australia, the Commonwealth, France—everywhere. Gallipoli, for God’s sake—our boys died there because no one had the guts to say in good time, “This is insane, and we’re just not doing it.”  Instead, it was
all bravado and “God, King, and Country.” Does any Brit fancy going to war to fight and die for sausage-fingered King Charles III right now? Or to be thrown onto the Russian front to lay down their lives for Ukraine and the now Muslim-infested United Kingdom?

Europe bumbled into WWI with this cocky “Oh, it won’t be that bad” attitude. It was catastrophic! And it didn’t even end with a proper surrender—just an armistice that left Germans parading around in their military regalia, medals glinting, insisting they weren’t beaten. You could see them strutting through the streets, Kaiser-era uniforms still crisp, acting like the whole thing was a draw. Twenty years later, while they bitched and moaned about the so-called draconian diktats of the Treaty of Versailles, that swagger turned into World War II. That’s what happens when you don’t finish the job—arrogance festers, and the bill comes due.

Now, in real time, we’re watching the same stuffed-suit (except for Zelensky, who never wears one), brainless leaders—minus Trump’s administration, thank God—shove us toward another shattering, wider war. The arrogance is staggering.

Zelensky’s a pawn, Starmer’s a posturer, and the European elite are pulling strings they don’t even understand. History’s littered with warnings: those memorials across New Zealand and beyond aren’t just stone—they’re an indictment of leaders who didn’t learn in time. Gallipoli never had to happen; neither does this. But if these dipshits keep at it, we’ll be chiselling new names into those slabs before we know it.

From down here in New Zealand, it’s crystal clear: war’s not a game. It’s a nightmare. We’ve got the graves to prove it, and these idiots are itching to dig more. Wake up, world—this isn’t 1914, but it’s starting to look eerily familiar.
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The only way out of this is to respect Trump, Vance, Rubio and the United States. If Europe had any sensible self preservation instincts left, they’d encourage Zelensky to go back and apologise for his cocky stupidity. But alas, something tells me that they actually want this war.