This post from this day last year has just popped up in my Timehop. Reading again what I wrote, I’m struck by my thoughts. At that time the British referendum on leaving the EU had still to take place, and the Orange One was looking likely to secure the Republican nomination but hadn’t quite got it yet. I shared my concerns and fear for the way our world was going.
A year on, and the unthinkable has happened – twice! Our referendum has been decided, with what I fear will be disastrous results, and Drumpf has gone from being racist clown to racist clown President. If you have a moment, do take a look at last year’s words: it isn’t getting any better, is it?
Some weeks ago, when I posted in response to the terrorist bombings in Brussels, I titled my piece after what I had always known, until then, as a Nanci Griffith song, although it was actually written by Julie Gold – From A Distance. I had been listening to music as I often do, as a lot of truth is spoken in song lyrics and the words of that song resonated with me. One of her own songs also came to mind, and it was a bit of a toss up which one I used to illustrate my post. I chose that one as it made my point for me, and the other song has a wider meaning which I thought I might revisit as a companion piece. Having been kept away from here by illness it has taken me longer than I intended to do this, but this is…
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