Diary 152

Monday, August 17th

August always makes me think of August 1914, when the world lurched towards war.  What would have happened, as Hillaire Belloc famously asked, if the armies of the world had just decided to sit around and smoke tobacco instead?

The ‘president’ is sure to do alarming things just to keep himself in the news, and make everyone with an ounce of wit angry. But what would happen if we turned away, if we said, ‘Your day is done, old man’?

What if we planned for a decent future instead of getting angry at the old git?