It’s a rare
weekend when I can get up on a Sunday morning like I truly deserve a Bloody
Mary and a bacon sandwich because the preceding week was not for once enclosed
in a complete fog of blurred and distorted cosmic anti-matter and I don’t need
to slither illicitly out of bed like a reluctant reptile. Obama was re-elected
and, no matter how he let us down during the first term, at least the Gates of
Conservative Hell didn’t swing open. I know New York and New Jersey are still a
mess but can I be forgiven for being relieved that this time it isn’t happening
to me. I figure we’ll all get our share of doomsday weather in due course. But
can I think about that tomorrow and, for today, go on grinning at how the
Director of the CIA – Bush’s favourite general – has totally screwed himself
and dumped his career by fucking a good looking biographer, and maybe more? And
can I feel all good and smug because three US states have legalized marijuana,
while in Europe the concept that an economy can be saved by the draconian
exploitation of the poor seems to be losing its already spurious philosophical
support and the Bundesbank should be backing off if it knows what’s good for it?
This may all be undue optimism and no doubt paranoid calamity will crash in on
us tomorrow, but will you all allow me a day at the rose-tinted monitor?
The secret
word is Eternal
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