I don’t know about you, but I have spent the day with what my old mum used to call a ‘nervous stomach’. I ‘ve been hovering around our downstairs toilet (one of 3 – very posh) hoping that the Dreadful Orange Personin the USA with the funny name, doesn’t get another 4 years in power. (I can’t say his name because it could lead to bad luck – four years of it).
These are dark unbelievable days, and I can think of nothing that will give me greater pleasure that to peer through the present plague and see Jaffa man fall, taking his vile family with him.
By the way, if you are one of those people that believe the UK or even Stratford upon Avon is not to be affected by what goes on in the states, let me tell you, you are wrong.
As I’ve said many times before on these pages (sorry), I’m a great believer in the old adage, ‘When America sneezes the World catches a cold’. I don’t believe in it as much as I did in the olden days (one for my Grandkids there) but there is no doubt that what happens tonight, tomorrow, whenever etc we will feel a tremor here.
So, here I am sat in a silent room lights and TV off, biting what’s left of my nails. Not having the courage to grab the remote to see what’s going on and hoping that the bloke who ain’t orange, wins.
At the same time I’m thinking about a couple of my American friends who I have been in touch with for years, shocking me by telling me their vote goes down the orange grove. To quote a Rasta I used to know… mesaymecantbelieveit.
These are/were intelligent beings. They have seen the same speeches as I have. They have heard the same mangled nonsensical grammar, the ridiculous claims and of course the lies. For God’s sake we used to drink together. Yet…
I don’t get it.
Unless it can be proved that a modified form of Agent Orange (see what I did there?) has been released from high flying aircraft to drift silently over North America, causing its inhabitants to become momentarily insane like their beloved Leader Big Orange, then these once close friends of mine are definitely off my Christmas Card List, and that’s for good.
That noise you hear…sorry it’s my stomach rumbling. Gotta go. Peace.