Storm Coming

Last Friday I woke early, as always, but such was the strength of the winds from Storm Eowyn that I couldn’t get back to sleep. Fortunately I lost no tiles and there’s no water coming in. It reminded me of when our infant son was getting potty trained; he would tell us ‘Poo coming’ and we would have five seconds to get him sat down.

On Monday America had the inauguration pageant for their new president. His hair was as orange as ever and he immediately set about meeting his many campaign promises. In six months time we’ll be better able to gauge his progress. A dejected Joe Biden and Kamala Harris sat close by listening to Donald’s promises to undo the ‘progress’ they made. It was just theatre of course; Republicans and Democrats are different wings of the same bird.

I have long feared that ‘Make America Great Again’ is an opportunity to turn navel gazing into a national sport. After decades of military adventures into countries most Americans barely knew existed they have now given themselves the excuse to ignore the consequences. Also may the mayhem in Gaza continue until, in his second term, orange man can turn the rubble into a golf course with seaside condominiums for the filthy rich.

Closer to home MAGA is contemplating an expansion into Greenland, Canada and Panama. What could possibly go wrong?  I can imagine a similar situation in Panama as to the original construction project; when many of the workers were struck with malaria. Now of course, thanks to ‘Operation Warp Speed’, we have mRNA jabs available to assist with population clearance and a novel delivery system - new breeds of ‘Flying Syringes’ to ensure no one gets left behind.

After years of misdirection from Castro/Trudeau nationals of the intended 51^st state could be forgiven for thinking that their maple leaf logo would look better in orange. It’s a big country of course, and if the memo hasn’t arrived in its farthest reaches, it might prove troublesome to overrun. Doubtless planners are busily exploring how their new DEW toys can be deployed to turn just enough of the forest cover into charcoal so that most of the state’s natural resources can be protected.

Greenland? Well its probably loved by Inuit tribes who call it home. But indigenous tribes have not fared well in American history and if there’s any hint that oil’s involved (Not the whale kind) history may repeat itself. Today’s preferred method is to ‘treat’ the population to Mc Donalds and Burger King franchises to destroy their microbiome before ‘rescuing’ their sickening bodies with warp speed remedies.

I have always admired how my offspring could see the big picture from afar. My son was typically accurate with his prediction - shit happens.

Freewheel Thinking

 

One of the features of insomnia is the broad range of thoughts that rattle around in the early hours of the morning. Many people are plagued with fearful thoughts, deliberately disseminated by the media, that make us more pliable and easier to control. Misfits like me have more fun. We think the impossible, the improbable and the often entertaining. Then we wake to face the day with a smile on our face and no idea how it got there.

Once totally captured myself, I now realise that the suppression of ideas impoverishes us all. We are meant to ‘think big thoughts’. We applaud children who show no restraint on their imagination and play without inhibition. But all too often and too soon, we conform to the idea ‘children should be seen and not heard’, which leads to the tyrannical adult version – ‘when I want your opinion, I’ll tell you what it is’.

In recent times we have seen free-thinkers punished for spreading ‘misinformation’ – basically anything which does not conform to the official narrative. Cognitive dissonance can incapacitate us completely when one’s common sense is challenged. Like the strong social pressure on us all to get jabbed, even though the white coated administrators had no idea what was in it. They were so ‘Safe and Effective’ that it was considered totally plausible that ‘My seatbelt doesn’t work unless you’re wearing yours’ It now turns out that the jabs were very unsafe but the world has moved on and it’s just rude to keep harping back to the evidence.

Similarly we can look into the skies and rationalise the long cloud streaks from aircraft sprays as vapour trails and nothing to do with the unseasonal snow, fires, drought or flood. This week Californians must feel reassured hearing their politicians tell them it’s natural, just painful. How many home owners are now discovering that their insurance policies don’t cover wildfires since late last year.

So now that we’ve arrived into 2025 let’s freewheel about how to restore our world for the benefit of mankind. (I don’t think it has anything to do with Trump’s inauguration on 20^th January) Firstly let’s have plenty of clean and nutritious food. Let’s also have access to abundant free, or very low cost, energy. May our sons and daughters grow in healthy societies. Let gentle rain fall cleanly from the sky to feed our crops and streams. May fish leap again in our rivers, May peace calm our hearts and wars end. May all people seek to live, to share, to encourage, to serve one another and to love.

May Bill Gates, Klaus Schwab, Justin Trudeau, Jacinda Ardern, Mark Rutte, Volodymyr Zelensky John Kerry, Bono, Tony Blair, David Cameron, Albert Bourla, Benjamin Netanyahu and their many friends find a wonderful island far away on which to enjoy an extended holiday until we have forgotten what they looked like.

So how many of you will wake tomorrow with a smile on your face?