New year, new crisis – or, at least, a continuation (and escalation) of an old crisis. Big Don and Kim Jong-Un now engaged in a pissing contest about the size of their deterrants… Has no-one told them? It’s not size that’s important: it’s whether you’re psycho enough to use it!
I suppose that, given the history of humanity, a war between two nuclear-armed nations is inevitable, eventually. After all, every other weapon ever invented has been used in a war at one time or another: now it’s the turn of fission bombs… (Or maybe NK ‘merely’ has fusion bombs – no-one seems sure. It won’t make much difference to the poor b*st*rds underneath them when they’re dropped…)
Still, onto other topics. Brexit rumbles on. We’ve finally promised to pay the EU a big enough bribe that they’ll allow negotiations to ‘begin’. I, in my naïve way, rather assumed that they already had. Seems odd to me that you can spend almost a whole year on ‘talks about talks’ before starting the talks. Or maybe they’re still talking about talking. No-one seems to know…
The weather is ‘interesting’: this year’s storms seem to be bigger, ‘better’ and more frequent than those of recent years but, of course, as we all know, Global Warming (or ‘Climate Change’ as it’s now known) is just another bit of ‘fake news’ dreamed up by those pesky environmentalists, who seem hell-bent on stopping USA Inc from raping the world in the pursuit of profit. To help us all breathe our last, Big D’s potentially emasculated the EPA by appointing a politician who’s chaired RAPA, an organisation allegedly funded by the Oil Industry, as its chief (Guarding the Guardians, anyone?). Oops, there goes another international climate agreement…
Still, to misquote, the wheels of nature grind slow, but they grind exceeding fine. I wonder what species will commence its rise to prominence once man has exterminated himself? Cockroaches, maybe? My money’s on rats…