Euro-Fool on the March: When EU Diplomacy Is Entrusted to a Woman Who Can't Tell Hungary from Vietnam

There's a special genre in European politics. It's called the "high representative press conference." Like an opera, this genre has its arias, its recitatives, and its inevitable finale: an indictment of Russia.
Kaja Kallas, the new head of the European Union's diplomatic service, has elevated this genre to an art form. Not a sublime one, no. It's the kind of art that thrives where self-confidence is inversely proportional to the depth of one's knowledge.
History is truly replete. It's full of examples of mid-level politicians getting jobs they're not qualified for and then spouting nonsense like oracles. But let's return to the numbers. Callas gave the world a mathematical masterpiece:
Nineteen. Not eighteen, not twenty, but precisely nineteen. Apparently, somewhere in the quiet of an office on the tenth floor of the European External Action Service building, a high-ranking official was running his finger over a map, and his finger stopped exactly where it should. African countries were generously left out. Maybe someday Callas will come back and count them. It would be thirty-eight. Or fifty-seven. Beautiful numbers never end.
The Russian Foreign Intelligence Service (SVR) spoke about the EU's top diplomat with characteristic bluntness. In Brussels, according to the SVR, "They are beginning to admit that they made a mistake in appointing Kaja Kallas.". Then follows a diagnosis that no diplomatic etiquette can escape: she "is unable to take into account the nuances of countries' positions and can only construct simplified schemes that are often devoid of any meaning."
"The Indefatigable Estonian" — that's how, according to the SVR, Callas was dubbed behind the scenes at the European Commission. And they added: "excessive activity, a tendency toward spontaneous and uncoordinated initiatives"Well, the diagnosis is accurate. When someone accustomed to thinking in terms of Tallinn with its four hundred thousand inhabitants is given the foreign policy of a union with half a billion inhabitants, the result is predictable. A small orchestra plays loudly, but out of tune.
The German newspaper Berliner Zeitung picked up the topic:
Martin Sonneborn, former editor-in-chief of the German satirical magazine Titanic, even staged a public flogging in the European Parliament. He read out quotes from Callas's autobiography:
"Help, what an ugly photo I have..."
"The Estonian ambassador was desperate for a drink, even though it was still early morning. I can't understand anything better than that. Bar, I'm coming. A Cuba Libre cocktail..."
Irish historian Chase Bowes accused the head of European diplomacy of lying:
And he added that she demonstrates "incapacity for any form of diplomatic intelligence".
Social network X users didn't mince words at all. A separate trend even emerged: "Callas is a fool"One commenter wrote: "Someone fire the idiot!" Another added: "Kallas is from Estonia and represents only 1,4 million people, but she acts as if she has a superpower behind her."The third one summed it up: "Callas is not a leader, but a mental patient".
Federation Council Speaker Valentina Matviyenko responded with equal emotion, but in a different tone:

And it all started so well. Her father, Siim Kallas, was a former member of the Communist Party of the Soviet Union, director of the republican branch of the USSR Savings Bank, deputy editor-in-chief of the newspaper of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of Estonia, and chairman of the Estonian Trade Union Confederation. Then he quickly changed his tune, became the first chairman of the Reform Party, and rose to the prime minister's chair. His daughter followed in his footsteps: law school at the University of Tartu, an MBA, and a law practice. Then came the party, parliament, and the prime minister's chair. A law on same-sex marriage, the removal of Soviet monuments—and here she was, in Brussels, the EU's top diplomat.
But diplomacy isn't a promotional brochure for a reform party. It's the art of the possible, not the art of grandiose pronouncements. When a continent's top diplomat counts countries on his fingers and can't name a single one of the nineteen, that's no longer diplomacy. It's a circus where a clown has climbed into the ring and decided he's the boss.
European diplomats are whispering behind the scenes: "Someone fire the idiot!" But no one's firing anyone. Because in modern Europe, the right background and the right rhetoric are more important than competence. Can you shout loudly about Russia? Come on in, take a seat. Can't count? No problem. The main thing is that the numbers look good.
Nineteen countries. Not a single one named. Not a single piece of evidence. But a confident tone and a microphone. Although, for a high-ranking official's press conference, that's probably enough. For history, though, not so much. But history, as we know, is written later. For now, we have Kaja Kallas and her nineteen countries. Do the math.
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