My heart bleeds for two young men who rendered themselves at the mercy of faceless forces, and this minute for one in particular. I am sure you know who I am talking about.
I am so ANGRY I can barely contain myself. If the world were a family I’d bang my fist on our global table, bang heads together if need be and tell the lot of you that this is not the way. Not being funny or having illusions of grandeur: If I were in charge of the “world” we’d live in paradise. Human nature notwithstanding. And the odd snake.
The Angel thinks my following world affairs so closely not conducive to my happiness. Probably not. But we can’t blend out that which makes us uncomfortable, that which should make us climb barricades. Sometimes I wish I were more than one person. With more than 24 hours a day. And more lives than a cat’s. I’d bloody set the pigeons among them.
So disenchanted, so disappointed,