A Woman of Note.

I was thinking tonight what an honour it would be to meet Julia Navalnaya. Such a strong and beautiful woman, a most compelling combination.

And since I get occasional visits to the blog from Russia, I felt that I would like to have some correspondence from a Russian to tell me what the people really think of the great dictator and his damnable ways.

I doubt anyone would do that, of course, for fear of winding up prematurely dead in some ice cold Siberian prison. And who knows but that the tyrant’s tentacles might even stretch as far as my little piece of earth. I doubt it, but you never know.

And so, since little old me is in no position to make a difference, it’s probably better that I remain ignorant and continue my habit of musing on the meaning of life. It seems likely that we all have to face our own karma sooner or later, even Mr P.