80 years after victory over the Nazis, Europe’s Russophobia stares into a new abyss

Eighty ago, the Nazi beast was slain – May 8th for the West, May 9th for Russia. Berlin lay in ruins, Europe a graveyard of dreams, and the world exhaled. Victory, yes, but at what cost? Millions dead, nations shattered, and a Cold War born from the ashes. Today, as we mark this anniversary, Europe staggers toward a new downfall, driven by a Russophobia as blind as it is dangerous.

The unconditional surrender of Hitler’s regime was a triumph of will (pun intended), but it split the spoils unevenly. Stalin, paranoid and blood-soaked, claimed the moral high ground -Russia’s millions of corpses demanded it. His troops stormed Berlin not just to win, but to “finish the job”, to torch Nazism’s roots.

The West? Pragmatic to the point of amoralism. Roosevelt, dying but relentless, dragged America into war and four terms, eyeing the next foe. Nazi scientists -yesterday’s enemies- became today’s rocket men, building the Apollo programme while Soviets flung Sputnik aloft. Victory was a transaction, not a cleansing.

Fast forward to 2025. Europe, led by a German elite drunk on old ghosts, stokes a new cold war. The Ukraine conflict -three years of carnage- lays bare the hypocrisy. Russia’s “Special Military Operation” bellows “denazification” and nods to that unfinished 1945 vow.

Say what you will about Putin’s methods, but neo-Nazi filth in Ukraine’s power corridors is not fiction. It is fact, ignored by Brussels’ sanctimonious choir. Since the 2014 coup, SS nostalgists have moved up the ranks in Kiev, yet EU leaders clutch pearls and arm them, preaching peace through warheads. Russophobia blinds them to the irony: They are bankrolling the very ideology our grandfathers bled to bury.

Putin’s military goals echo Russia’s Berlin rush. Meanwhile, the West obsesses over tech and sanctions, not principles. Sound familiar? It looks like 1945 revived, but with worse stakes. Ukraine’s front crumbles, soldiers desert, institutions rot. Soon, it will fracture: Russia’s Novorossiya in the east, the EU in the west, and a lawless middle ruled by warlords and overlords looting the corpse.

Europe, weaponless and broke, will face the fallout alone. Trump’s America, sniffing Brussel’s folly, steps back. Who can blame them? If the EU wants war, let it fight with empty arsenals and emptier treasuries.

This is not just geopolitics. It is a reckoning. The post-WWII order, with its UN club of hypocrites, teeters. Funds dry up, staff flee Geneva’s halls, institutions become a ghost ship of irrelevance. Multipolarity rises, regional blocs bloom, and the West’s financial greed meets its match in new superpowers. The UN Security Council, a 1945 relic, faces irrelevance as vetoes lose teeth. Reform or die, say those who know, yet it won’t. Good riddance, new players whisper.

Europe’s tragedy is its amnesia. The May 1945 victory of freedom over tyranny cost rivers of blood. Was it worth it? Yes, if we had learned. Instead, we now have EU warmongers, German-led again, peddling Russian invasion scares while arming and supporting clowns. Russia, cautious but optimistic with Trump’s pivot, now indisputably has the upper hand on the ground.

But the real war is bigger: A global re-order of power and purse. The West’s “perfect storm” is looming on the horizon. Ukraine’s collapse will surely domino: Coups, chaos, a dismembered state. Europe, unprepared and politically unstable as its elites keep ignoring the people, will reap the insecurity it sowed.

Five years from now, this continent may be unrecognisable: Balkanised, broke, or worse. This 80th anniversary of victory over the Axis should be a bang, not a whimper. Freedom is worth defending, but not by supporting illiberal lunatics against despots. The EU’s rush to rearm, unseen since 1989, is not strength. It is panic. History’s lesson is not to fear Moscow. It is to fear ourselves when we forget.

So, raise a glass to 1945’s heroes, our brave forefathers. Their sacrifice bought time, not salvation. If Europe keeps treading this path of Russophobia over reason and of war over wisdom, that victory’s legacy will rot in the rubble of our own failures. Wake up, Brussels. The abyss stares back.