1. The winds of change strengthened and altered direction
again.
2. There was more external disturbance, so more internal
disturbance.
3. It’s one week since the total eclipse happened and the effects
continue to bite, only I’ve decided that the analogy of black clouds is not
sufficiently apposite. It feels more like waves of black sludge that sweep over
me several times a day and threaten to drown me. They won’t, I’m sure, but they
don’t help in the business of coping with everything else.
Apart from that, nothing much happened to prompt deep
thought, and there were none of those bits of subtle humour that are sometimes
encountered in innocuous situations. Or maybe I’m just not in the mood to spot
them.
(I did find two dead birds and a dead squirrel on the road, though,
and wondered whether I’m the only person who cares about dead birds and
squirrels.)
* * *
But I think it’s about time somebody told Donald Trump that
he’s way behind the times. All this talk of making America great, and all this
stomping around telling China what the USA will and will not accept in the
South China Sea recalls the bad old days of empire building.
Donald, those days are in the past. They were flagging at
the end of the 19th century, and they gave up the ghost during the
20th when country after country became independent. We Europeans
know that, the Russians know that, the Chinese know that, the Japanese know
that. Now is not the time for trying to demonstrate superiority; now is the
time for cooperating in the cause of trying to keep the planet reasonably
habitable. And don’t think that just because the British Prime Minister trots
at your heel like an obedient lapdog, you’re right. She’s just a sad woman who
thinks she can emulate Thatcher and is failing miserably.
So do grow up, Donald. Or wise up. Or give the job to
somebody who is more clued up. And if you do intend to stay in the White House,
consider taking lessons in English, History, and Ethics.
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