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Speaking of, "Too many cooks..." [and Ian's forlorn hope that the sous chef from on-high shall step-in]
Where does this urge to stir every pot come from?
Why does each stew have to be the signature dish of an individual cook and not a typical stew, and be the glory of the work of many hands?
Many years ago the world was a much simpler place. 'We' in the west were a somewhat disparate chain of restaurants each individually run by one or other of the Brothers' Roux (the house of Hanover, was it?) and our kitchen-garden, larder and store house (on which the Sun never set) extended around the globe, on and beneath the earth, a veritable Gringotts Bank of possibilities.
The question these days is the same as it wasn't way back then. I say "wasn't" in a very real sense. In a very ordinary sense it very-much was and is the same: "Where, out there, is it all going wrong?"
In the very real sense the fundamental question of Geo-politics is still not asked: "Where am I going wrong?"
In exchanging Blue-Blooded sibling rivalry for the 'ideal' of Democracy we have again erred in not going all-out for Real Democracy, actual Democracy. And them chickens keep coming home to roost.
We err in thinking we have the power that Democracy promised, the might that may accomplish. We have swapped Orb & Sceptre for Oratory & Spectacle, for Ordinary & Similitude. That those we elect are much-of-a-muchness reflects the inner torpor of we who could have been much more.
"Where do I go wrong?"
Waddington's, was it who gave us 'Risk'? Which gives us each the confidence to out-chef the Big Chef.
Life, both individually and collectively, is not a novel board game.
Perhaps we should have stuck with Chess and stayed in touch with the plight-of-the-Pawn.