24th March Saturday
It took a tragedy in America to mobilise a mass march against gun violence. I watched thousands of young people do for free that politicians should do for their salaries. America is so fucked up, so protective of their second amendment that they fail to even understand what it means in this century. It is not the wild west anymore, but the country is run by corrupt people on all sides who fight to save their self interest. I was heartened to listen to the young people, they spoke freely, and passionately, and it was not hard not to get emotional at their words. It is time for the younger generation to kick out the old farts, and modify the laws to apply to a modern world, it isn’t going to be easy, but they have to maintain the momentum.
Life without my glasses is impossible, I hate them with a passion, but things are hard without them. I discovered this when I realised that I had left them in Bradford on Avon, sixty miles away. Just to type, or read something on the phone is impossible, so I had to go searching for a pair of emergency reading glasses. You see rotating racks of them everywhere, until you need them, then you can’t find them, they are moved to this different dimension where things that you put down for a moment, go.
I had to drive to Chard to find one. I tried on many to find the ones with the best strength.
Eventually I selected a pair, and joined the queue to pay for them. Unfortunately the place I chose was a drop-centre for people with pain and ailments, so whilst I was standing there I was able to listen to people describe their problems with the girl behind the counter. I bet she was excited. Eventually the old guy in front of me died (no he didn’t, but I was looking around for a blunt instrument).
Afterwards, I looked around for somewhere to have a coffee, to use up the bloody hour I had just paid for in the car park. I found a quaint little place, with a couple of old ladies running it.
I ordered my coffee, and started to catch up on my emails. Now that I could see properly, I looked around the place. There were pictures of Jesus, and quotes from the bible all over the place. I should have noticed the large cross on my table, I had stumbled on God’s coffee shop.
I thought that the door was particularly hard to open, just as it they were trying to keep me out.
It was crowded at the start, but it soon emptied. I gave the old lady some pieces of silver, and left, I should have thrown some nails on the counter just for an Easter effect.
Another Lifetime to go 