Yes! March, finally. Thank goodness for that. The end of the eternal winter is in sight … Of course, I know, full well, that my ‘joy’ will, inevitably, prompt Storm Take That but, you know what, I’m used to it. Fate has a wicked sense of humour.
No idea what day it is, other than the day after Trump threw Zelensky out of the White House! Help! Do not tangle with Donald! It’s a difficult one because, of course, Trump haters will immediately take aim, re-filling their cartridges. Me? I have always been one to feel sorry for the under-dog and Zelensky was most definitely that yesterday. Trump and Vance seemed to behave like pack dogs and Zelensky had little choice but to withdraw, all in front of the world’s media, too. More than a little intimidating. I do have great sympathy for Zelensky: attacked by a bully, should one concede; give him, ultimately, what he wants? For, that is, in effect, what he is being asked to do. Compromise is a hard pill to swallow when faced with injustice. Compromise has never been a word I welcome into my vocabulary. Similarly, that old saying, ‘There are two sides to every story’ … Granted, those being right and wrong, said statement always pulled out of the bag by ‘a fencer’; the worst!
However, was Zelensky subjected to an unfair bombardment? The excerpts shown on the news were, obviously, hand-selected – and I, myself, have yet to watch the full coverage – but I understand Trump was triggered. For my own part, regardless of anything else, I do think Zelensky does himself a dis-service in his casual attire. Enough. He looks absolutely ridiculous, in his position on the world stage – and representing his country – in, supposedly, army fatigues. I don’t blame J. D. Vance for his criticism, petty though it may have appeared. Making a statement, he may be, but one cannot escape the fact that it alludes to a lack of respect – and that, in itself, is provocative. Regardless, does anyone really know what is going on? Corruption abounds, each as bad as the next, decency no longer a default as in the days of Maggie and Reagan – throw Gorbachev into the mix and there was a triumvirate, of sorts, with a shared respect, and even liking. No more. What changed? What happened to people? There is an ever-present anger in everyone; everything. Money is inherent in war, a breeding ground for corruption; an opportunity for the ruthless as the innocent fall. Big business as the innocent fall. The innocent fall. Ukraine, Russia. Israel, Palestine. It’s complex. However, far from black and white, people are still divided, the very subject incendiary … Trump is marmite. Love him or loathe him, he is strong – and he keeps his word! Compare the man to the weasel that is Starmer: the Uriah Heep of politics, he is, undoubtedly, an embarrassment on the world stage. To see him next to Trump … I’m struggling to find the analogy: Champion the Wonder Horse and a toad?! One gets my drift. Terrified at the prospect of his audience with POTUS in the White House last week, our pathetic PM covered his back – well, he is spineless – with an invitation from KIng Charles. Pulling the envelope from his jacket pocket, mid-meeting, the sound of every British citizen cringing was deafening. Dripping wet, Keir Starmer embodies the coward for whom ‘money’ is the substitute for courage.
Tempus fugit. Tuesday evening, now, and I am sitting here with my laptop on my knee, best programme ever made on the television: M.A.S.H. Aired for over ten years, from 1972 to 1983, so masterful the writing, the poignancy innate, it beggars belief that any one of us pays for a television licence today. This series is unsurpassed and more than forty years on, its popularity remains … Meanwhile, my teenage crush on Hawkeye/ Alan Alda has never faltered. Handsome, intelligent, funny, kind – and brave – sadly, in real life, a combination of qualities as rare as gold dust. Sadly, in real life, Alan Alda and I would not be as one in this political climate but, then, as world tensions continue to rise, glaring chasms are inevitable … or are they?
I have, now, watched the entire fifty minutes of Trump and Zelensky and it is true that, for the first forty, the US President was both patient and cordial. What happened? Who knows? There is, of course, a language barrier. Could that have played a part in Zelensky’s apparent dis-interest; at times, his seeming refusal to engage manifesting as an attitude of defiance, insolence, even? Regardless, the dramatics were a gift to the media; a gift to the Trump haters. What next? Enter Uriah Heep, impersonating our Prime Minister, of course! Five months in, Keir Starmer is said to be the most unpopular new PM in British history – not that he hasn’t worked hard for that accolade – and, thus, this breakdown in relations between Trump and Zelensky has proved not only a welcome distraction from his diabolical failings but, moreover, a gift. Sleaze personified, he has seized the opportunity to step up as mediator, perfectly equipped to sit on the fence – nothing worse, in my view – fawning over all. As Trump wields his ever-increasing power, today pausing all US aid to Ukraine, Starmer is falling over the gaggling contingent of European leaders – who, as J.D. Vance insinuated, would happily stab each other in the back. Remind me, did we actually leave the EU?! Have we suffered all the disadvantages of Brexit for nothing? The way dear Keir is behaving, one would think so …
The thing is, never forget that Donald Trump is a master negotiator. Has he, successfully, manipulated it all? Zelensky has, tonight, issued a grovelling statement saying that he will return to the White House and is, now, ready to make a deal for peace. One down. Meanwhile, the sycophantic, spineless puppet, Starmer, is running around brown-nosing anyone who will listen in a bid to absolve himself of his inadequacies. Oh, and he has announced a £1.6 billion missile deal for Ukraine. Another result for Trump who was determined that the US should not continue providing the lion’s share of military aid to a European country. Trump must surely be an excellent chess player … Starmer? Oblivious to the fact that he, himself, is being played! Continuing to align Britain with the EU as opposed to the US, however, only serves to weaken our position on the world stage, in turn, making us ever more vulnerable. Cares not a jot. A born narcissist, it’s all about him.
It is a scary, scary world and, to be honest, I can no longer keep up. This country – once, Great Britain – is in rapid decline, its pride and majesty long gone. As thousands of migrants continue to pour onto our shores, hell-bent on eroding both our heritage and culture, my notes pertaining to the daily outrage and injustice seem trivial; too many and too disheartening to mention … Mike Amesbury, the former Labour MP, jailed for only ten weeks – on his full salary – having brutally attacked and beaten one of his Cheshire constituents on the street or the fact that the General Medical Council see fit to erase all medical wrongdoings from the records of those doctors who change gender! Just two examples. A losing battle. No time machine to take us back and right the wrongs …
With Love, Meghan. Oh, help! Now, there’s a vacuous product of a sick world. Have I watched it? Not as yet but the excerpts of her latest Netflix offering to which I have, so far, been privy ensure a bucket is obligatory. To be continued. Meanwhile, following another evening with Patrick Christys, let me leave you with a few cheery gems … 1,600 migrants have crossed the Channel in the last four days; around one million people in Britain do not speak English and – arguably the best – Scottish Tories have proposed lowering the school leaving age from sixteen to fourteen! Quite frankly, in view of the perverted indoctrination of the school curriculum in this country, such ludicracy may well be considered a blessing.
‘Worrying does not take away tomorrow’s troubles. It takes away today’s peace.’
Randy Armstrong
Too late!
This is Trish, signing off.
