Three days in, and the world is still here. Considering how hard it was to put a positive spin on the end of last year, I am looking on that as a win.
Now, if you were one for reading the signs, squeezing seaweed or throwing chicken bones, then the year has not started well.
Large swathes of Australia continue to burn, and look destined to be burning for a fair few months to come, whilst the prime minister – a strident supporter of the coal industry – has to be shamed back from holiday
Indonesia has been hit by devastating floods, with the heaviest rainfall since records began, with a cap[ital city sinking rapidly.
Donald Trump decided that the Middle East was a little too quiet, so authorised the execution of a leading Iranian military and political figure, a move obviously intended to retain calmness in the region.
And Turkey has decided it should help that peace process by signalling the iminent despatching of troops to Libya.
And with various levels of antagonistic statements emerging from North Korea, China, and just about every other ‘populist’ led country, there is one common element that emerges where human input is a catalyst.
The decisions, the statements, the pontification, obfuscation and downright crass stupidity comes from the top. And every single one of the ‘top’ people is male.
To at least 50% of the population, this will be no surprise. But to the remainder, it is time to grasp the simple concept of ‘other options’.
Aggression is not the only answer, especially to aggression. Extremism in response to extremism will inevitably, history shows us, breed extremism.
And yet the self-serving dick-swingers seem incapable of arriving at any other alternative.
There is a desperate need for radical change, in ‘democratic’ political structures, in the response to unacceptable actions, in the failure of ‘the market’ to solve and resolve blighted lives.
However, until the power to decide is moved from those with a vested interest in the status quo, the world will continue to burn, and drown, and mutually destroy itself to satisfy proxy bravado.
So, I have no predictions for this new year, or this new decade.
But I may have a solution. Give them 1 month to grow up, then castration.
No more dick-swinging, and maybe a melodious choir!
Any other suggestions?
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