Hello to my readers—well, it’s sweltering at the moment. If it’s the same in your part of the world, I hope you’re coping OK.
I’ve been experimenting with different days to post content—Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays so far—and the results have been... uneven, to say the least, so now I am trying a Thursday. But on we go.
Maybe I haven’t quite hit the sweet spot with the content yet. Honestly, there’s so much shittery in the world right now, it’s hard to focus.
America is basically a bin-fire—except for the parts that are underwater, of course. So, let’s hope they extend some national gratitude to the Mexican rescue crews who crossed the border to save lives. I doubt many MAGA types would do likewise, which makes it all the more laudable.
Mad King Donnie appears to have declared war on Los Angeles, which I suppose is a change-up from attempting to declare war on any country that disagrees with him. The visions of mounted soldiers cantering across parkland seems to have been ripped from a Lifetime dystopian film-of-the-week where some of the actors slightly oversold their riding ability.
Over here, Britain is still aiding and abetting a genocide, despite all the evidence, and has now proscribed a non-violent protest group for trying to stop it.
Not knowing the difference between criminal damage and terrorism is quite the look.
At least David Lammy has finally acknowledged that the planned concentration camps in Palestine might be a “sticking point” in ceasefire negotiations. Stirring stuff, Mr. Lammy. Thanks for that razor-sharp insight.
So yes, things are getting darker.
Sir Keir Starmer—despite playing far-right dress-up—is somehow managing to get even less popular.
And speaking of concentration camps (a jolly topic that appears to be in vogue), reports from “Alligator Alcatraz” suggest detainees are being starved. Bright white lights are left on 24/7 so they can’t sleep. There’s no proper sanitation either.
And world governments have said... nothing. What heroes. What marvellous, upright spines they are exhibiting.
A Little Light (and Glitter)
There have been a few bright spots though. The footage and photos from London’s Pride March genuinely warmed my heart. A real highlight: the Navy marching and dancing along to “In the Navy.” (It’s fine—only one of the Village People is a red hat.)
That this pissed off the rabid right? Chef’s kiss. A cherry on the top of this knickerbocker glory of love.
I’ve always believed that love—of all kinds—is the best of humanity. And there’s just not nearly enough of it.
Pessimism seems to have infected everything. And it’s hardly surprising.
The Superman Divide
I noticed, and this will tie in, that nerd media and American reviewers have praised the new Superman. Brave, hopeful, full of heart.
Whereas over here? The reviews have been notably more cynical.
Now, I haven’t seen it (and to be honest, it’s unlikely I’ll drag myself into a dark room for a couple of hours to do so), but it’s an interesting cultural split.
Maybe the U.S. has been so starved of kindness and compassion for so long that something hopeful felt like a breath of fresh air.
Whereas in the UK, we’re so steeped in cynicism—so used to feeling utterly bereft and without hope—that anything earnest gets dismissed as fuckwittery.
Who knows?
I do think though, that those of us with a platform, however small, have a duty to point this shit out and not to shrink from it—however tempting that may seem.
Thanks as ever for reading my brainfart for today and I hope you will consider subscribing of you have not already. Also, feel free to make contact – even if it is just to disagree 😊
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