Early hours and the cat is quietly telling me that I need to let her out. There is an unseasonal rain falling outside and a cold draft punches in as I open the door.
“Are you sure about this?” I ask her, but she is already going into the night.
It’s just after 2am, the pendulum time that swings between the world of the living and that of the dead sleepers has started its back and forth routine. I could toss a coin to help me determine which one it will be for me, but I don’t. Let Mother Nature take her course.
At these times, cold thoughts push into my mind and take some shifting. Over the course of many years, I have taken to various mind-cleansing methods that occasionally work before be made redundant.
The Conservative party starts to rumble around at the side of the bed. They are in the midst having a leadership contest. This leading shit contest is about which one of them can appeal to the most extreme of the increasingly popular hatreds that reside within the country. It’s an unthinking diatribe of nonsense delivered with conviction and preprepared passion.
Trump is next. Unfortunately, it’s not the digetsive system working overtime but the presidential shit that’s been left floating in the Whitehouse. Like his Tory cousins, he is involved in an experiment that only has one outcome which is to turn everything else to shit.
A Russian bomber is next. It has just flown from my distant past to arrive overhead with a huge payload. Just how many atom bombs will it take to destroy us all? The answer is none. We are very capable of doing the job without the help of any foreign technology.
We can Use the HATE bomb.