Dear Tony,

What are you doing?

You’re at it again. Another global board for “world peace” — or whatever it’s called — filled with nations I’ve barely heard of, and now with Donald Trump as the nominal head.

Then there’s Gaza.
A plan — apparently — to turn it into a beach resort.

Look, I know the Iraq weapons saga may have been, in your mind, an aberration. I know Alastair Campbell still can’t quite bring himself to fully say it out loud. And yes, you’ve done exceptionally well financially in the years since Iraq. There’s nothing inherently wrong with making money.

But this?
This is not the wagon you should be jumping on.

Being close to the President of the United States — this president — is, well, exactly that. Proximity without principle isn’t influence; it’s endorsement. And I honestly thought you would have known better by now.

I used to like you. I really did. I believed there was more judgment, more restraint, more moral clarity left in you.

But this feels like the end of that illusion.

I suppose it’s fitting to say it this way — directly, bluntly, and without ceremony.