The world now urgently needs to get a grip on America. The idiot in the White House obviously wants to play the tough guy, and distract people from the fact he’s being impeached, so he starts world war three. With absolutely no understanding of the consequences of his actions, Trump has ordered the assassination of an important foreign dignitary. The buffoon didn’t know what he was doing: he’s a failed businessman obsessed with his own image who’d be begging on the streets of New York had it not been for his father. Yet in an act of utter, utter stupidity, he was allowed into the most powerful office in the world. And now, putting his own shortsighted interests first, he has been allowed to throw a stick of dynamite onto a situation many far more intelligent people had been working years to balance. Surely we need to put pressure on America to grow up and get a proper leader who understands geopolitics, before Trump does something even more reckless and stupid. Were this any other country acting so brazenly, the international community would be jumping on them like a tonne of bricks. Why, then, should the US be allowed to get away with it?
Oh, what a way to begin a new decade.
In light of the sad death of Niel Inness recently, although it is now already three years old, I think it’s worth directing everyone here. Surely we all now have something to say in light of recent events.
I am all for a general strike, like the one in france. If everybody stopped working and brought down the Tories, I say, bring it on. Such action may be extreme, but I honestly believe we are past the point where we need to take it. The problem is, if everyone stops working, who would come and cook dinner for me?
Today, of course, sees the dawn of a new decade. Part of me thinks I should write an entry summing up the last one, but I don’t think I could. Where on earth would I begin? It was, by turns, both incredible and devastating. When I think about all the amazing things I did over the last ten years, about moving to London, living with Lyn, and then breaking up, it blows my mind. I have grown so much as a person. At the same time, I can’t help thinking that the world is now in a much darker place than it was in 2010. The first half of the decade was fine, but in 2016 it obviously took a turn for the worse, and I can’t help feeling very pessimistic about where things will now end up.
Nonetheless, that shouldn’t stop us celebrating the new year: a new decade brings with it new opportunities. The 1920s were famous for their fun and exuberance, at least among a certain group of young American expats, so much so that they were called the Roaring Twenties. We are once again in the twenties; let’s make them roar.
I know I shouldn’t make too light of drinking, but this just seemed too apt for me not to nick
(not that I now see myself as an old woman…)
As a tribute to the great Neil Inness, the so-called seventh member of Monty Python who passed away yesterday, and who wrote so many brilliantly witty songs, I’d just like to direct everyone here.
Dad just left to return to my Grandmother’s place in Harlesden after dropping me off here in Eltham. Suffice to say, the journey back too the capital was far easier than the train trip up to cheshire. I’ve had a lovely few days with my parents, and have two new franchises to get into: the Orville, Seth MacFarlane’s comedic tribute to Star Trek, and Gavin And Stacey, both of which my parents and I binge watched over christmas. Having got back to my computer, however, I can see from my Facebook feed that all the problems which were there before christmas haven’t gone away; in fact they’re worse than ever. The queen’s speech obviously did nothing to soothe the social divisions opened up by Brexit; what concerns me is that, the way things are going, public discourse will hit an all time low in the new year. Of course we should never stop resisting Brexit as vigorously as possible, yet with so much rage and hate about, you have to wonder where all this is going.