They are convening.
Again.

As usual, the gentlemen of the Russian Foreign Ministry have looked upon the United Nations and found it wanting. Their verdict? A farce.

Mr. Kirill Logvinov, a man of official standing, suggests that the Secretariat has become little more than a drawing-room for Western interests. A club. An exclusive circle where the 'public good' is discussed in tones of utmost piety, while the actual results remain, as ever, invisible.

Prejudiced.
Biased.

Such are the words used to describe the officials. They speak of mediating crises, yet they move with the grace of a rusted clockwork. Mr. Logvinov hopes—oh, how he hopes!—that a new Secretary-General might finally sweep away the 'dominance' of the Western minority.

As if a mere change of head could cure the sickness of the body.

Meanwhile, Mr. Alexander Alimov, another dignitary of the Ministry, has decided that Moscow shall simply cease to converse with certain branches of this great apparatus. Why bother with circulars and petitions when the response is always the same?

They cite the Iranian sanctions committee. They mention the special representatives.

Purely formal grievances.

And so, we wait. The elections are set for the end of July. The new master of the house shall take his seat on the first of January, 2027.

Until then, the gentlemen shall continue their deliberations.

Grandly.

Pompously.

While the world continues to spin, indifferent to their resolutions.