I want a MAGA hat*

* Careful now!


After yesterday’s post, that title may come as a surprise to most all of you.

So let me immediately unsurprise you by saying that No. It’s not one of those MAGA hats.

It’s one of these MAGA hats:

(B)eagle-eyed readers will note the Greenland flag on the side of the cap, and yes, this was designed by Greenland activist Aannguaq Reimer-Johansen, who – with the continued bizarre sabre-rattling interest from the US in the mineral-rich, independently-run Danish territory – said:

Sisimiuni innuttaasoqatinnut innersuut: Vancep nuliata tikeraarnera qujangeqqusaarneruvoq. Qungujukkussigit qungujullusiluunniit assileqatigigussigit nunarsuarmi tamat paasitissuasi USA nuannaralugu peqataaffigerusullugulu. Innersuukkusunnarpoq soqutigineqassanngittut, akerliussutsimik takutitserujussuaqqammerpungut tamanna attallungu soqutiginaveersaarniartingit.

Damn straight, Aannguaq.

He’s basically reminding the people of Greenland to stand together as the latest provocative visit from the Second Lady, Usha Vance, and her group of officials to the territory goes ahead:

Vance’s wife’s visit is a charm offensive. If you smile at them or take a selfie with them, you are sending a message to the world that you love the USA and want to be part of it. 

And while this is all about Greenland, how many people worldwide would love a hat like this? Not just to show solidarity with the potentially threatened nation, but also because America Going Away would just be a really great thing to happen. Even more so after the last 10 weeks (and yes, that’s all it has been).

I don’t think that we in SA will be high on the list to get stock of these items. Geography alone puts us behind a lot of other places. But maybe there’s a tribute cap to be made at a local cap embroiderers.

Because I love the sentiment.

I wish I hadn’t…

To cut a long story slightly shorter: I have been sleeping with the dog.

Not like that. Get out.

But the beagle is very bandaged up and not very mobile. From Wednesday, she’s going to be less bandaged up, but also not very mobile, but that’s another story. Anyway, she’s still trying to navigate the slings and arrows of her current situation, and quite regularly getting herself stuck. Either lying down, sitting down or standing up.

And so, at the moment, I’m spending my nights downstairs on a spare mattress and helping the beagle each time she gets stuck. It happens quite a lot each night.

It’s not been fun, I’ll be honest. My sleep is so disturbed that my smartwatch can’t even detect that it’s happened. Perhaps because it’s not really happening. And so I’ve been grabbing an hour or two’s nap during the day to try and keep myself going.

This morning, I couldn’t do that, because of reasons, and so I sat with the dog and I read the world news.

Dear lord. It’s not pretty out there, is it?

Because of the situation described above, and perhaps because of just a reasonable amount of self-preservation, I haven’t really been keeping too up to date with the situation in the USA. And of course, it’s always difficult to find objective, unbiased views when wanting(?) to learn about these things, because these days, the world is more polarised than a pair of expensive sunglasses.

But it’s easier to make judgements about the rights and wrongs, and about how I feel about what’s going on, when the actual information is coming directly from the goons themselves. In years to come, historians are going to have an absolute field day with all those primary sources.

They really just put it out there, don’t they?

The scary bits for me are twofold. OK, threefold. But the first fold is a fairly obvious one. Still, I guess that it shouldn’t be overlooked.

The fact that the (apparently, potentially) legitimately elected President of the USA is… well… like that.

250 years of democracy and it’s evolved to give us… him? What went wrong?

Obviously, a lot went wrong: there are many, many factors in how this came about, but honestly… what an absolute disaster for the entire world (minus Russia and China, obviously).

Number two – and I use that term with all of its meanings – that they are so open, so brazen, so completely shameless and unabashed about the things that they are doing and the way that they are doing them. Everyone keeps referring to that guy in Germany in the 1930s, and terrifyingly, that’s quite reasonable, but there have been plenty of other examples before and since and none of them have been pleasant, and none of them have worked out well. The thing is that many of those examples weren’t elected: they seized power via non-democratic means and then held on – and on, and on.

This twat won an election (apparently).

And that brings me on to the third fold. His supporters. It’s a cult. It’s just a well-managed cult of frighteningly stupid, easily-led people.
I don’t use the c-word lightly, but if it looks, smells and quacks like a cult… well…

It doesn’t seem to matter how outrageous the claim or the story (or the lie) that is used to justify the action: it’s lapped up like manna from heaven. There is literally not a second given to even contemplate questioning the motive or think critically about the situation.

Orange man good.
Weird – and I mean really weird – billionaire good.

That’s a cult. And it’s running one of the most powerful nations on earth. It’s unbelievable.

Ah Jesus.

I don’t think I’m going to surprise anyone in making the somewhat radical statement that I really don’t think that this is going to end well. And it’s going to be f******g miserable while it gets us there, as well.

I read the news today, oh my.

I wish I hadn’t.

Heathr-no

Like the airport, but with a different ending.

Amazing Covid-esque like scenes at Europe’s busiest airport this morning, as a fire at a nearby substation crashed the power to the whole place, necessitating its closure for the day.

It’s like a plane-free ghost town there at the moment:

Especially when you compare it to other normally-running European airports like Schiphol:

or Frankfurt:

The later local flights from Cape Town, which set off yesterday evening, but then found that they had nowhere to land, have diverted to Barcelona and Madrid.

Buenos días, señor.

I mean, lucky them. The other flight ended up at Gatwick.

Eww.

The flights that were due to come down from LHR to Cape Town made it out before the whole gemors, and – if all goes well – should be able to leave on time tonight. But obviously, the flights which were due to depart from Heathrow to Cape Town this evening will now, not.

We’re not going to have a lot of influence on the global repositioning of the planes from the 1,400 flights that will be affected. But the knock-on effect for tourists wanting to EsCape Town tomorrow will be tangible.

Oh no. We’re going to have to stay another day or two rather than going back to London.

Heartbreaking for them.

Injury News

6000 miles… last night officially announced that Colin the Beagle will take no further part in this season, having been ruled out with a knee ligament injury. Details are a little sketchy, but it seems likely that the news of the injury was probably received on or about Tuesday lunchtime.

It is believed that the ligament damage was probably sustained while snorfing in the back garden.

Manager and owner, Mr 6000 stated:

We’re obviously very upset at this news, as Colin the Beagle has been one of the key family members for a number of years now. At the same time, we have to accept that these things happen: it’s a risk you take when you are snorfing in the back garden day in and day out, and so we now need to work together to ensure a swift recovery for Colin so that the back garden can be snorfed in again as soon as possible.

It seems likely that Colin will now undergo surgery in the next couple of weeks, spending the intervening time… er… snorfing in the back garden with a slight limp, and enjoying the psychological side effects of some decent pain medication.

If all goes well, Colin is hoping for a return to action – and yes, that would constitute snorfing in the back garden – in about a month’s time.

We’ll keep you updated on her progress.

Wind up

Here’s the YELLOW LEVEL 4 WARNING for wind over the next few days.

And it’s already blowing like a fat bloke cycling up a mountain, so I can completely believe that there’s more to come.

Looks like I’m going to have to cancel those hang-gliding plans.

Again.

It also says that disruption to beachfront activities is likely, but surely that’s only if you want to sunbathe without being sandblasted. These sort of conditions are absolutely the best time to do other stuff on the beach, like walking, watching the waves or going for an exciting swim.

The more detailed warning (I’ll spare you the whole thing)…

…does contain the line:

…individuals should avoid standing under trees or near buildings with unstable structures during the windy Public Document IBF v1.0.

And that’s sensible, because those Public Documents can be proper bastards – much like anything related to any branch of the SA Government – when it comes to blowy conditions.

Honestly though, the only real dangers here are for small boats out at sea (easily avoided if you just don’t got out to sea in a small boat), and wildfires (less easily avoided thanks to the number of arsonists out there).