Allowing for the Christmas break, and nursing, packing and moving in that order, I am, around the middle of the first month of the new year, ensconced in my new home by the sea. Well – Bristol Channel. But close enough.
And in so many ways I am more content. Moving is a wrench, especially after nine years, but the negatives of my former location had been building for some time, so the time to move was spot on.
So, with a fresh breeze in my lungs, I looked forward after the turn of the year, in hope rather than expectation. And I have to admit I was disappointed in being disappointed.
It seems the world doesn’t hold much with ‘A New Year, A New Approach’.
All is same old, same old. Same old arguments. Same old back-biting, back-stabbing, back-stepping.
Our political representatives still seem incapable of accepting their real responsibility regarding leaving the EU, and saying no, we will stay. They continue with the ‘democracy’ of an undemocratic decision because …… Because why? Fear of losing their seats?
Guaranteed they will if, or when, things go belly up further down the line, when it will be too late to say I told you so. Because they didn’t.
The days of Trump are nearly here, and there seems to be no more clarity. Except that those chosen to be around him are more frightening than he is. Except that Twitter still seems to be his chosen tool of political discourse; and everything else. And his skin is getting thinner.
Aleppo is silent, well more or less destroyed. But down the road the guns keep firing, the bombs keep dropping. And the overfull boatloads of refugees still leave for uncertainty.
And all the other divisions and disagreements continue. Relentless. Unwilling to take one small step back.
Tempting as it is to hide away, to keep the head below the parapet for a year, or two; it is no answer.
All that we have, all that we can do, each in our own way, is to point, and question, and not accept.
So I don’t. I do not accept that this government represents me. I do not accept that ‘Brexit is Brexit’. I do not accept that the election of a buffoon cannot be undone.
I do not accept that innocence has to continue to be the everlasting casualty of this post-truth world.
Because the truth is there. We just have to say it. Again and again.
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