According to Blogger stats my page view count broke the
all-time record last month by a country mile. 36,935. With five days still to
go in June they’ve broken it again at 38,779. Do I believe it and does it
matter? I think the answer to both is ‘no’, but just in case I really have
become the darling of the blogosphere I thought I’d better say something just
to keep the old girl going.
The trouble is I have nothing to say. A few things happened
over the past few days which I thought worthy of a short mention, but they
all floated past the ship and disappeared on the wake with the rest of the
gash. And the current news in the political sphere is dominated by two
features:
Home: The Labour Government in Britain continues to be set firm in
its demolition of the welfare state in order to have more money to spend, and is aiming its fire mainly at the sick,
the disabled, and the pensioners. Meanwhile, the insanely rich are being
quietly passed by. I think it’s about time the Labour Party changed its name.
Abroad: The Great American Windbag continues to leave no-one
in any doubt that he is King of the World and everyone must obey his diktats
without question. And he used a questionable expletive in a public statement to
augment his authority.
I could go on and on about Trump and his laughably theatrical sidekicks,
but why bother? I’m sick to death of their presence in a world I have to share.
Apart from that, nothing worth reporting apart from my two
rescues this week – a newt which I thought I’d trodden on, and a ladybird
slowly drowning in the birds’ water bowl. The god of small things who normally
provides my life’s better experiences is largely absent at the moment.
I finished reading Siddhartha
but didn’t learn anything new, which was disappointing. Then again, lessons
sometimes jump into your pocket without you noticing, and then jump onto your
shoulder and say ‘boo’ somewhere down the line when they feel it’s time to be
relevant. So who knows? And I could see why Siddhartha’s Kamala was a
reflection of my priestess in one regard, but it’s unlikely the priestess will
pre-decease me. I still wonder where she is sometimes.
Bye for now.