Most towns of the past used to have “town criers”. Someone who would prowl the streets each night making sure things are as they should be as the townsfolk slept snug in their beds. It was their stated job to warn the good people of their community of anything unusual or dangerous that might be headed their way.
The point is that Europe is our town crier now. What happens on the east bank of the pond will soon migrate to the west side…. Our side. But rather than snatching the ol’ flintlock from above the mantle, we invite them in. Then as they rape, pillage and generally get back at us for the crusades, we fix them a snack (No ham and it should be a Kosher kill).