To bomb Venezuela? You’d have to be Caracas!
And so, last night, while the leader of the so-called free world boasted of the military assault that he had commanded, I chose to watch a little television. And the programme that drew my attention away from what can be seen as a massive throwing of his toys out of his pram – as a result of not being awarded the Nobel Peace prize that he presumably no longer harbours any desire for – was the Christmas special of ‘Gone Fishing.’
Because watching two friends messing about on the water, drinking tea on the riverbank, and talking good-natured nonsense seemed to me infinitely more worthwhile than listening to somebody justify actions that implicitly support Russia’s invasion of Ukraine and make his claim to have ended eight wars even more laughable than it already was.
And though my saying so may in the future prevent me from visiting the country he says he wants to make great again, one that I increasingly want nothing whatsoever to do with, it made me remember that there are still reasons to smile in this all too often vale of tears – none of which have anything to do with greed, hypocrisy, or the glorification of violence.
Furthermore, Bob’s humorously self-determined winning this year’s ‘Employee of the Year’ award clearly trumps the far less significant honour bestowed by an international football association.
All of which speaks of a slower and simpler way to be – and one that is, as a result, more sensible and civilised too.
Some musings 