Pip: Good Strategy Rebellion — where the chess pieces are real, the board is on fire, and someone keeps insisting the rules still apply.

Mara: Today we’re in difficult territory. Martyn Jones puts a direct question to several major AI systems: is there tangible, verifiable evidence that Israel has engaged in war crimes, genocide, or sexual violence in Gaza? The answers are substantial, and they matter.

Sir Afilonius Rex and Lila de Alba

Bonn, Monday 1st June 2026

We asked AI if there is tangible and verifiable evidence that Israel might have engaged in mass slaughter, infanticide, genocide, rape and other grave human rights abuses?

Martyn Rhisiart Jones

Madrid, 17th May 2026

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According to the shiny-suited ‘thought leaders’ currently infesting LinkedIn, artificial intelligence is now a fully-fledged scientist, and laboratories can drive themselves. But before we hand over the agonising, beautiful poetry of human discovery to a predictive text engine, perhaps we should ask why we’re letting middle-management buzzword merchants sell us the tickets to our own obsolescence.

Right! Listen! I was looking at LinkedIn the other day. Why do we do it? Why do we subject ourselves to LinkedIn? It’s a website designed specifically to make you feel like you’ve died, but instead of burning in a majestic, fiery hell, you’re trapped in an eternal, beige purgatory of middle-management synergy meetings. It’s a digital holding pen where sociopaths with MBA degrees and aggressively white teeth congratulate each other on waking up at 4 AM to drink lukewarm lemon water, take an ice bath, and “crush their Q3 paradigms.”

Martyn Rhisiart Jones

Madrid, 15th May 2026

Introduction by Sir Afilonius Rex

In my four decades navigating the labyrinthine corridors of global diplomacy and corporate grand strategy, from brokering late-night resource treaties in Geneva to architecting the predictive analytics frameworks for the Ministry of Defence, I have encountered every conceivable breed of intellectual vanity. I have sat in oak-paneled rooms with men who believed they could conquer the world with a pivot table, and I have endured the endless, droning presentations of modern techno-philosophers who mistake a vast accumulation of digital sludge for actual wisdom.

Martyn Rhisiart Jones y Sir Alexei Lovering 

Madrid, martes 12 de maio de 2026

Ben, escoitádeme, patéticas e retorcidas engrenaxes da máquina capitalista de última etapa! Reunídevos arredor dos rectángulos brillantes da vosa condena inminente e diseccionemos vigorosamente a última pila fumegante de efluentes verbais do Sumo Sacerdote da Platitude Baleira, o campión indiscutible dos pesos pesados ​​da estafa corporativa: Barnaby Swill.

Martyn Rhisiart Jones and Sir Alexei Lovering 

Madrid, Tuesday 12th May 2026

Right, listen to me, you pathetic, scrambling little cogs in the late-stage capitalist machine! Gather round the glowing rectangles of your impending doom and let us vigorously dissect the latest steaming pile of verbal effluent from the High Priest of the Empty Platitude, the undisputed heavyweight champion of the corporate grift: Barnaby Swill.

CROOKED WHISPER: The Prolapse of the Ego ,  Power, Paychecks, and the Myth of the Moral Spine

By Sir Barnaby Bull-Pizzle, Grand Poobah of the Institute for Advanced Narrative Rectification and Professional Cloud-Yelling

To waddle through the air-conditioned corridors of global relevance, be they the marble urinals of D.C., the taxpayer-funded chocolate fountains of Brussels, or the high-walled torture-garden compounds of the Middle East, is to enter a world of profound “anthropological septic tanks.” As a highly compensated “thinker” might observe while checking his offshore accounts, the greatest danger to any civilisation is not the fact that it is actively burning, but its “social flatulence”, the things we have agreed to pretend don’t smell.

The Eclipse of the Thou: Power, Victimhood, and the Myth of the Moral State

By Bella Castor-Poldark (In the tradition of Tett, Finkelstein, Chomsky, Buber, and Kennedy)

To walk through the corridors of modern power, be they in Washington, Brussels, or the high-walled compounds of the Middle East, is to enter a world of profound anthropological “silos.” As an anthropologist might observe, the greatest danger to any civilisation is not the noise of its disputes, but its “social silences”, the things we have agreed not to talk about. Today, the most deafening silence surrounds the steady erosion of the human “Other” into a mere object of geopolitical strategy.

We find ourselves in a landscape where moral language has been hijacked by institutional power, creating a world that Martin Buber would recognise as the ultimate triumph of the “I-It” over the “I-Thou.” In this feature, we peel back the layers of our current malaise: from the commodification of suffering to the theological bankruptcy of the modern state.

Martyn Rhisiart Jones and Alexei Steel

Madrid and London, 10th May 2026

Alright, citizens! Gather ’round, because I’ve been standing in the queue at the local organic laundromat in Tufnell Park, and I’ve had an epiphany. I was looking at a discarded copy of The Posh Spreadsheet Quarterly, and there he was. The man, the myth, the human megaphone for corporate mediocrity: Bernie Bumper-Book.

Now, for those of you who haven’t had the “pleasure,” Bernie Bumper-Book is what we call a “Futurist.” Which is a job title that roughly translates to: “I get paid fifty grand a day to tell CEOs that water is wet, but I call it ‘Liquid Synergy H2O 2.0’.” He’s written more books than I’ve had hot dinners, and I’ve had a lot of hot dinners, mostly involving veggie sausages and a deep sense of existential dread.

Bernie is the king of the Grand Delusion. He’s the man who looks at a toaster and sees a “Disruptive Breakfast Interface.” But if you look back at his track record, his “prophecies” have about the same hit rate as a blindfolded donkey playing darts in a hurricane.

Martyn Rhisiart Jones

Madrid, Sunday 10th May 2026

The Dawn of the Digital Parasite: Why Your Business Needs a Hallucinatory ‘Partner’ to Finish the Job of Bankrupting You

By Barnum Blather, Chief Thought-Evacuator at Blather & Grift Global

We live in an era of “innovation,” a word that here means “finding new and creative ways to charge legacy brands $50,000 for a PDF that was written by a sociopathic algorithm.” But today, we aren’t just talking about chatbots that tell your customers to eat rocks. No, we are entering the glorious, high-stakes age of Agentic AI, the “Design Partner” you never asked for, but will definitely be sued because of.