I’ve tried in idle moments to draw up a list of female gamekeepers turned poacher. Contrary to the useful idiocies of identity politics, Facebook’s Frances Haugen does not qualify. One who emphatically does is GCHQ’s Katharine Gun (not be confused with Keira Knightley) who paid a high price for revealing that when it comes to spying on Britons, and doubtless much besides, Cheltenham takes its orders from NSA HQ in Maryland.
A case can also be made for Stephanie Gibaud, who disobeyed the instructions of the world’s largest private bank, UBS, in refusing to destroy incriminating evidence on the tax evasions of some of the wealthiest folk on the planet.
(What tales might a Hillary Clinton or Victoria Nuland, an Ursula von der Leyen or Nikki Haley, an Angela Merkel or even a minnow like Annalena Baerbock tell should they suddenly take it into their heads to prioritise conscience over ambition? Then again, they do a pretty good job even when boasting; witness Hillary’s “he died – ha ha” and Angela’s “Minsk was a decoy” . Or when plotting an honest to God Kiev coup, as in Victoria’s “fuck the EU”.)
Karen Kwiatkowski, retired colonel in the US Air Force, gets my vote. It’s not just that many of her assessments – almost all 1 in fact – chime with mine. (And her grasp of global realpolitik is matched by a savvy soldier’s dry understanding of how the Beltway, including but not confined to its dealings with the military industrial complex, operates.) It’s also that her command of the facts comes with a refreshing absence of the bombast, geekiness or worse of male counterparts I otherwise hold in high regard.
But judge for yourself. Me, I’ll be ducking and weaving between negotiating the tinsel turmoil, and gathering my thoughts for a post on how shadow banking rules the Western world.
And of course, refusing to avert my eyes from Holocaust in Gaza.
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