Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Madrid, Sunday 22nd March 2026
My brothers and sisters of every nation, tribe, and tongue, hear me now, not as a distant echo from Galilee, but as the living Word who still walks among the wounded and weeps with every mother who buries her child beneath the rubble of pride.
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You only like it when I curse! Off feck!
Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Madrid, 21st March 2026.
In the drizzle of a Paris evening, where the lamps along the Seine flicker like guilty secrets, a man may still feel the old thrill of espionage. Not the sort that involves microfilm or beautiful women in railway carriages, though God knows there are enough of both, but the quieter intrigue of the dog. I had come to the capital to write a harmless travel piece; instead, I found myself tailing a creature that looked as if it had escaped from a medieval bestiary and was now plotting to annex the Left Bank. Its owner, a woman in Hermès and despair, called it “Mon Petit Assassin.” I called it Tuesday.
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Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Madrid, 21st March 2026.
In the drizzle of a Paris evening, where the lamps along the Seine flicker like guilty secrets, a man may still feel the old thrill of espionage. Not the sort that involves microfilm or beautiful women in railway carriages, though God knows there are enough of both, but the quieter intrigue of the dog. I had come to the capital to write a harmless travel piece; instead, I found myself tailing a creature that looked as if it had escaped from a medieval bestiary and was now plotting to annex the Left Bank. Its owner, a woman in Hermès and despair, called it “Mon Petit Assassin.” I called it Tuesday.
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Martyn Rhisiart Jones, Madrid, Friday 20th March 2026
March 20, 2026. Yes, that’s right, the calendar has finally caught up with the grift, hasn’t it? Thank you, thank you, for bothering to read my latest steaming pile of corporate word salad: “Choosing The Right AI In 2026 Is No Longer About Choosing The Right Model.” Because obviously, in 2026, choosing the right model would be far too simple, far too honest. No, no, we’ve evolved beyond that. We’re now in the rarefied realm of “capability profiles” and “orchestral conducting.” Please, hold your applause until I’ve finished flogging this dead horse made of buzzwords.
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Por Sir Afilonius Rex y Lila de Alba, con la colaboración especial de Martyn Rhisiart Jones
Hablemos con franqueza, como exige la historia y obliga la conciencia. En el ocaso del imperio, cuando Gran Bretaña aún dominaba los mares y gozaba del respeto de las naciones, el Ministerio de Asuntos Exteriores comprendió una verdad que las potencias posteriores han ignorado con graves consecuencias: Oriente Medio no puede doblegarse a la voluntad extranjera mediante la fuerza o el favoritismo. La estabilidad no residía en la conquista ni en la partición impuesta desde lejos, sino en alianzas respetuosas con los líderes árabes, en el reconocimiento de su soberanía, su dignidad y su legítimo derecho a la tierra que habían cultivado durante siglos. La colonización de Palestina por oleadas de colonos judíos europeos, el sueño de un Estado judío soberano forjado contra la voluntad árabe, nunca fue el camino de Gran Bretaña. Se consideró, con razón, una receta para la enemistad perpetua.
(more…)By Sir Afilonius Rex and Lila de Alba, with special collaboration of Martyn Rhisiart Jones
Let us speak plainly, as history demands and conscience compels. In the twilight of empire, when Britain still commanded the seas and the respect of nations, the Foreign Office grasped a truth that subsequent powers have ignored at their peril: the Middle East cannot be bent to foreign will through force or favouritism. Stability rested not on conquest or partition imposed from afar, but on respectful alliances with Arab leaders, on recognising their sovereignty, their dignity, and their rightful claim to the land they had tilled for centuries. The colonisation of Palestine by waves of European Jewish settlers, the dream of a sovereign Jewish state carved against Arab will, this was never Britain’s path. It was seen, rightly, as a recipe for perpetual enmity.
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Martyn Rhisiart Jones
London, Wednesday 18th March 2026
In football, as in life, the true leader does not shout from the rooftops. He listens. He observes. He keeps the group close, like a family that quarrels but never breaks. I have always believed that leadership must be likeable, affable, cordial, and above all, emotional. The fashion for authoritarian ways has passed. What remains is the quiet work of hearts and minds.
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By Sir Afilonius Rex and Lila de Alba
With Special Collaboration by Martyn Rhisiart Jones
In the hallowed, wood-panelled corridors of the British Foreign Office at the turn of the 20th century, a decision was made that would set the stage for a century of blood and irony. It was the height of what Paul Kennedy termed “imperial overstretch,” though the architects of the British Empire were too intoxicated by their own cartographic arrogance to notice the fraying edges of their mantle. Today, as we survey the smoking ruins of Gaza and the paralysis of the West, we are witnessing the terminal phase of a geopolitical project conceived in colonial hubris, sustained by American strategic impotence, and shielded by a German guilt so profound it has curdled into a new form of irrationality.
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The GoodStrat Strategy Team, London Tuesday 17th March 2026
To neutralise the “industrial-scale rot” of global hiring, your vetting process must shift from a posture of trust but verify to one of hostile interrogation. The goal is to break the “proxy” (where a different person speaks or codes) and the “emulator” (where the candidate uses AI or pre-written scripts).
Here is a three-stage, “Zero-Trust” technical vetting framework.
(more…)The GoodStrat Strategy Team, London Tuesday 17th March 2026
The digital gold rush has ended not in a utopia of global connectivity, but in a sprawling, multi-jurisdictional wasteland of institutionalised deception. As remote work dismantled the physical perimeter of the office, it simultaneously liquidated the last vestiges of vetting. We are currently witnessing the “Great Dilution”, an era where the global supply of IT talent is being systematically poisoned by industrial-scale charlatanry.
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