It seems clear that America has lost much of its appetite for being the world’s policeman in this present era.
That reluctance is understandable. Its fingers have been burn once too often in several overseas adventures of late and this has greatly contributed to its aversion for any more ‘direct’ foreign entanglements.
And it might also appear somewhat ingenuous for the US to support, both economically and militarily, only those regimes conforming to its own interests and general take on matters of Middle Eastern and sundry other origins.
So the situation is as it is. ‘Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold ; mere anarchy is loosed upon the land ….and what rough beast, its hour come round at last, slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? (Yeats, The Second Coming)
The world would appear now in most urgent need of another constable to be patrolling the planetary beat, one with no great political baggage to slow him down and far less history to stay him in the fullest execution of his office.
Where, I wonder, can such a paragon of virtue and unblemished record be found these days? Nowhere is almost certainly the answer.
Then, perhaps, we should all take it upon ourselves to perform this singular service and thereby balance out, to a very marked degree, the many conflicting and personal agendas that currently attend so many of this world’s thorniest problems.
And if we cannot bring ourselves to do this not especially onerous duty, then no candidate, other than God Himself, will be left to fill the vacancy.
And we all know what that could mean.