the new stone age

I am half way through my non weight bearing sentence, less than three weeks to go, fingers crossed, and while I am gettig pretty good at hopping and standing on one leg and of course using all the gadgets, I am slowly nursing the hope to become once again a two legged creature.  

On top of it, we all got another virus, the house has been reverberating with coughing and sneezing over Easter.  Also, we were dog-sitting a much older, much slower and totally blind but sweet and gentle and handsome version of the family dog. By day three, we all, humans, cat and dogs, had enough of it, the visiting dog decided to seek shelter on my bed where he remained for most of the time. Which somewhat impeded on my sleep.

Airline ticket prices back to Europe are going up by a thousand NZ dollars per week. 

And we watched an actual US president explain an actual war to his own citizens in what is supposed to be a democracy. What he was telling them is that Iran went from having no physical nuclear programme left at all to being on the cusp of deploying an unprecedented nuclear weapon. It did this apparently in something like six months, which would be one of the most astonishing technological achievements in all of human history.   

As a result, the president of a 250-year-old country threatened a 5,000-year-old civilisation with total annihilation including the regime’s opponents, in whom he had placed such high hopes just a few weeks ago. Never mind that he changed his mind. That it may have been just a ploy, a minor Trump-style tantrum. No big deal.

I acknowledge that Trump’s critics in the US are making their voices heard. But it seems they do so in the way one would in a normal democracy: three times a year, on Saturday afternoons, between 2 and 4 pm. Afterwards, they roll up their banners with their creative slogans and go home. A president who threatens to wipe out a civilisation must not be treated as if he is normal.

Where justice turns into injustice, resistance becomes a duty, obedience becomes a crime.

(Some sources claim this quote is from Thomas Jefferson, others that it's from Bertold Brecht, he certainly wrote it in the 1930s, but apparently it's originally from pope Leo XIII, late 19th century.)

A cyclone is approaching from Fiji, the storm warning for the weekend is orange, subject to change at any moment. I ordered wool and knitting needles, we have coffee.