The United Nations has spent eight decades proving it is little more than an expensive cocktail party with flags.
Since its grand debut nearly 80 years ago, the UN has racked up a spectacular record of failure in its supposed core mission: peacekeeping. Wars keep happening, genocide keeps happening, and dictators still strut across its stage pretending to care. Meanwhile, American taxpayers fork over at least $4 billion a year to keep this diplomatic retirement home running. For what? A bunch of overpaid bureaucrats lounging in prime Manhattan real estate while accomplishing exactly nothing. The UN began with noble intentions. But if phone calls between world leaders achieve just as much, and they do, why keep bankrolling this total shit show? Its presence today is purely symbolic, a costly monument to global inaction. The New York headquarters is crammed with career diplomats wasting oxygen and congratulating each other for meaningless resolutions. It is long past time to take the grown up step: pack up their fancy offices, hand them their eviction notice, and let someone else host the most ...