Easter weekend seems like decades ago. Sitting here in country Victoria with the birds and the natural beauty has been quite the Yin to the Yang coming out of the news of the world. Yes, the same old news of the world that has been breathing down the neck of the Iranian people. The fear we feel over the economic chill is nothing compared to having to hear this from the Deragement In Chief:
There has never been a US President who has made such a statement. This is either bluster as a negotiating technique or pure insanity or a heaping serving of BOTH.
Went to bed last night with news of Kharg Island, the petrochemical hub of Iran, being hit by military strikes. The news was saying they were not hitting the actual industry, but military targets. Who the hell knows what was hit.
My stomach felt tight, my mind needed to shut off, so I wrapped the heavy industrial-strength doona around our bodies and fell into a deep sleep.
Waking at 730 to feed Jazz, the 14-year-old kelpie, I glanced at my phone.
“Good Morning, have they dropped the bomb yet? I hear helicopters.”
Looking out over the paddock, I knew there was no way I could tell from here if anything had been dropped except another load of cow dung. Since there was black humour in the text, I was pretty sure the Iranian civilisation was still intact….for now.
If a civilisation had been wiped out in my sleep, I am sure I would have had more than one text from a portion of the world that did not sleep through it.
The above is where we stood 2 minutes ago.
As you can see from the below, Trump has backed down.
America, you cannot back down. Talk to your represetatives, bombard the White House with emails and phone calls and Impeach The President.
Tom Petty would not.
Thankfully, we have another TACO Moment.
