My own drum

Well.  We’re almost a quarter of the way into 2026.  And what a year it’s been thus far.

Bombs are falling down in some place far away.  

Commodity prices are going up in some place close by.

Politicians are telling lies, safe in the knowledge that they will never really have to answer for having done so.

The useful idiots who still dare to call themselves ‘journalists’ are propping up their favourite politicians, confident in the knowledge that they are on the ‘right side of history’......or something.

And as always, the common folk are playing their uncredited but still critical role in the theatre of the absurd: faithfully believing the ‘news’, supporting the current thing, taking sides……and panic buying.  

Today’s specials are jerry cans and petroleum.

Those who have chosen to not learn from history are repeating it, as is their custom……while

those who have chosen to at least try to learn from said history……are watching everyone else repeat it.  As they are doomed to do.

The more things change……the more they stay the same.

And perhaps there is some kind of ironic comfort to be found in that.

Whatever horrors (or wonders) tomorrow may hold, I am going to continue operating on the following basis:

• That I am fortunate to exist at all;

• That the fragility of both life and human civilisation dictate that I should spend my existence doing things that truly matter to me - even if (and perhaps especially if...) they don’t matter to anyone else; 

• That a righteous life has very little to do with where you end up……but a great deal to do with the courage you exercise in getting there; and

• That the greater my fear of doing something……the greater my need to do it.

What a time it is to be alive.  

J.