This was lost in my voluminous files. It was written on January 23rd this year…
I’m in my backyard with a good bottle of inexpensive Red and feeling rather mellow. Surveying my vegetable garden, which despite another dreadful summer gives me great pleasure. The sky is blue with a few wispy clouds and the lawn is cut. The sun, which didn’t arrive till Christmas, was too late to ripen the tomatoes, corn, beans or capsicums. The cold summers of the last three years mean that I am used to stunted vegetables.
I smile the smile of one of those old loonies who smiles at nothing. Yet, it is not at nothing; it is for the sheer beauty and glory of existence.
What a wonderful lifetime I have had. I have been the most fortunate of humans – no sickness, no hunger, no war and a wonderful family. A time of peace and plenty – which is now coming to an end.
The clouds of war are scudding across the skies. The Biden administration is determinedly poking the Russian bear, trying to prod it into action over Ukraine. In my estimation, it is likely to succeed. The Russians are sick of being threatened and lied to.
If the US wants a war, it will get one, and it will lose. A tranny, jabbed, inclusive army couldn’t win a knitting contest, let alone a war against a real military force defending their homeland.
Fortunately, it has not moved into open conflict between U.S. and Russian forces at this point.