So in these awful days
I am so upset this week about Trump. American friends, I can't even. I mean, FUCKING HELL. But also for the world, all the world as well. Truly fearful for what might eventuate. Trying to resist constant anxiety and dread -- we will have to get used, now, to a constant feeling of dread -- so I won't bang on about it more. There's so much being banged on about already. But oh, oh, oh. In the space of about four or five hours this week the world we know went from probably be mostly allright, still crap but at least familiar crap -- to reasonably high likelihood of climate apocalypse just went higher and also did we mention nuclear fucking war. Rug pulled out from under feet. I am devastated by prospect of the miseries perhaps to be inflicted on people all over the United States. I am even (selfishly) more horrified at what Trump means for THE PLANET.
So. Because perpetual writhings of horror are so tiring, I turn to the sweet and peaceful thought of George, and how kindly he is, and how normal and beautiful. I think of all things George, there is actually nothing that makes me happier than his vlogs about his London-Paris charity bike ride. He is just a nice, nice, decent, funny, slightly dorky, earnest and personable young man. He's more beautiful to look at in these blogs than any tv series. He rides down streets I know. He talks with his girlfriend and gets hot and flustered, admits he doesn't know how to change a tire (I don't either, dear George), explores and tries new things and gets down on himself and is just a completely normal person, just an exceptionally sweet one.
He did about a dozen posts, this is a random one from the middle, I recommend it if you want peaceful genial loveliness just for a moment.
Let's hang in there, planet. I've been quoting Candide by Voltaire: let us cultivate our gardens.
And then let's get ready to fight.
So. Because perpetual writhings of horror are so tiring, I turn to the sweet and peaceful thought of George, and how kindly he is, and how normal and beautiful. I think of all things George, there is actually nothing that makes me happier than his vlogs about his London-Paris charity bike ride. He is just a nice, nice, decent, funny, slightly dorky, earnest and personable young man. He's more beautiful to look at in these blogs than any tv series. He rides down streets I know. He talks with his girlfriend and gets hot and flustered, admits he doesn't know how to change a tire (I don't either, dear George), explores and tries new things and gets down on himself and is just a completely normal person, just an exceptionally sweet one.
He did about a dozen posts, this is a random one from the middle, I recommend it if you want peaceful genial loveliness just for a moment.
Click to viewLet's hang in there, planet. I've been quoting Candide by Voltaire: let us cultivate our gardens.
And then let's get ready to fight.