Doldrums

[flemmings]

I always drag my feet about writing Christmas cards, which leads to them becoming New Years cards. It's hard for Eeyore here to find positive things to say as the season gets colder and darker- and I ALSO have to wear boots and my knees hurt and my feet cramp on the icy sidewalks etc etc. My message of good cheer usually defaults to variations on 'Hope next year is better than last' while being quite certain it won't be.

This year of course the pessimism is empirically justified. But I consider that we've had eleven months of WW1 centenary celebrations and many articles about the hideous and appalling and stupid things that happened a hundred years ago. So there's one cheering thought. Things are not- yet- as bad as 1916.

(There's also the intellectual schadenfreude of Neon Trotsky's tweet: "the CIA protesting a right wing president being installed by a foreign power might be the funniest thing that has ever happened.")

Comments

[heliopausa]

Oh, good line! I mean the tweet you've quoted. And true, about it not being 1916.

[flemmings]

Of course, next year might turn into 1929, which is no comfort.

[incandescens]

This is absolutely true. Things are not yet as bad as 1916.

(I'm just waiting for Great Britain to start declaring we'll persuade foreign powers to trade with us by sending warships...)

[flemmings.livejournal.com]

Ah, the good old days when you could send the Black Ships in to open a country. Gone forever, I fancy, at least when dealing with western nations hem-hem.

[incandescens]

I need to find my copy of Brahms & Simon's Envoy on Excursion. There's a running gag in that, about the British Envoy constantly saying how in the old days they used to resolve everything by just sending a warship.