Small Steps to Better Things

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An Augury of Better Times to Come?

 

 

Well, we emerge from our fire/circuit/leg-break here in Wales, just as England goes into a four week lockdown. All in the same week that Trump is rejected from serving a second term by the US public, to the great relief of anyone sane enough to see through the haze of the reality-distortion field™ surrounding by far the worst President of the United States, not just of a generation, but of all time; a view echoed even in the Republican Party itself. The elephant in the room [sorry - GOP pun] has been kicked sideways and can now actually be talked about by those hitherto too polite or diplomatic to mention it.

To top all of this, there appears to be good hope that there is not just one, but multiple Covid vaccines ready to be rolled out in the coming weeks and months. All we need now is for Brexit to be smoothed with a deal that works for all, or better still [never gonna happen] cancelled for the crap idea it was in the first place: a crass bit of politicking that went horribly wrong for the players involved and which heralded the entry into the ring of our very own Trump-alike, Boris Johnson. I only hope that he follows his fellow bad-hair-day doppelgänger out of politics, preferably for good.

The events of the last few days show, indeed prove, that there is still common sense, decency and for God's sake truth to be found out there in the world. As a consequence we really must endeavour to deny the naysayers, conspiracists and purveyors of gross untruths the chance to prevail over world politics ever again. We owe it to ourselves and to our descendants: a different, better path is there to take. We just need to follow it. 

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