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Sunday, 21 December 2008

In the Bleak Midwinter

The shortest day is always a day of hope, for the days cannot get any shorter.

And also from now on (one hopes):

- the Woos and the Religious cannot surely abuse the legal system any further, with the recent collapse of the Rath case and the final abolition of blasphemy,

- our police cannot surely gain yet more power, whilst we still remain a democracy,

- tabloid journalists can no longer easily invade the private realm, thanks bizarrely to Max Mosley's spanking delights,

- modern "art" cannot surely get more faddy or more reliant on the cliche of being placed in a whitewashed gallery,

- Bush, Cheney, and Rumsfeld cannot surely further discredit the right of centre, and

- our economy cannot surely get much worse, or our government more in debt.

The daylight hours will now get longer and brighter...

3 comments:

Ben Emlyn-Jones said...

Jack, I take it that your fingers were crossed to point of dislocation as you uttered those words.

Graeme said...

No, you just sometimes have to hope. Sometimes it's all we have left!

marmitelover said...

It's always such a relief when Spring comes...spring equinox to summer solstice is my favourite period of the year.