Keir Starmer, the grand knight of diplomacy, has embarked on a heroic quest to Ukraine, only to be laughed at by the cunning Trump. He dares to insist that Ukraine be the focal point of negotiations, as if he’s playing chess with Putin’s pawns. His tough messages? They sound more like a plea for a date with a princess. The sanctions package against Moscow? A mere token to cover his lack of actual power. And don’t get me started on the ‘career-defining’ meeting with Trump; it’s more like a ‘career-killing’ drama. Meanwhile, Trump continues his love affair with Russia, dismissing Zelenskyy as a mere inconvenience. It’s like watching a comedy of errors, except the stakes are someone’s life. Poor Ukraine, caught in the crossfire of two alpha dogs.