"War-torn" is such a compact description, isn't it. It leaves out the economics and the politics and the machinations of great powers, and concentrates on the trauma in the here and now, as though it had sprung fully formed upon an innocent world.
So we watch the seizing of an oil tanker by desperate men from a failed state - whose climate and conditions get crueller by the year - and we imagine that it is not a portent of things to come, but an abberation in an otherwise purposeful, perfectable world. We choose not to look down the path from whence this monster came.
One of many links from today's extensive coverage, and another one not so well covered, and another BIG ONE - not for the feint hearted
Monsieur McCudgeon is sporting this year's must-have look - pirate chic. I think it suits him