With no small degree of fascination, over the past month I have been watching the narrative and accompanying rhetoric of the Skripal poisoning incident in the sleepy little town of Salisbury, England.

“But daddy how come we can see it?” Johnny asked puzzled. “Because it’s moving Johnny. Look it’s moving across the sky above us. See that? It looks like a star but it’s moving slowly against the background

“Why? What did I do?” he asked her glumly. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt so miserable. Yet just a few months earlier he was on top of the world, feeling as if life couldn’t get any better.

Schicklegruber emerged from the long subterranean tunnel that had been pre-prepared for his departure at the appropriate moment. He was alone as had been planned all those years ago. His closest companions,