Life’s a series of decisions, influenced by other people’s decisions. Trump’s desire to sit on both sides of the fence at once have left the world, and us, wondering what to do next.
NZ’s government refuses to talk about fuel rationing in the face of the ongoing closure of the Strait of Hormuz, through which 20% of the world’s oil transits. Is this like an ostrich sticking its head in the sand. Do ostriches stick their heads in the sand?
Why does Donald Trump keep referring to the yips, as in “I don’t have the yips about boots on the ground?” Is he worried he might be getting yippy? Or is it just because he loves golf?
Is Greenland a route to Trump’s Waterloo? Let’s hope it invokes sufficient masses to unite against him. And, as a diversion from Trump, here’s some haiku inspired by snowy Japan.
I tried not to write a post about Trump this week. I even went surfing at Colac Bay to get him out of my thoughts. Unfortunately, every road apparently leads to Trump, even when thinking about improvisation and genius.
Hope is sold in many forms – at container stores, through politicians promises and by vaccine companies. Let’s hope Pfizer’s promises are more robust than Trump’s.
Why does the voting in the US election differ substantially from the poll results? Could be the polls were wrong. Or it could be the polls influenced people to act differently.