Today will be another sweltering day.  Heat and stifling humidity.  One adapts to conditions as one is able, constraints presented by the thermal energy-surge of atmosphere, of ocean currents, a result of millennia of sequestered carbon release since the advent of the industrial age.  The “waste” must go somewhere…  Wouldn’t you agree?

You cannot pick up just one end of the stick.

Online reports indicate that the Ukrainian military offensive has begun in earnest.  Will they be able to suppress the Russian artillery?  How to cut through the minefields, preserving the lives of soldiers protected by donated armored attack vehicles.

The odds seem long.  I wish them success…

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Sinéad O’Connor has passed away at 56.  Your lovely, rageful-voice will be missed.  You always played offense.

This IS A Rebel Song

By Sinéad O’connor

I love you my hard Englishman
Your rage is like a fist in my womb
Can’t you forgive what you think I’ve done
And love me – I’m your woman
And I desire you my hard Englishman
And there is no more natural thing
So why should I not get loving
Don’t be cold Englishman

How come you’ve never said you love me
In all the time you’ve known me
How come you never say you’re sorry
And I do

Ah, please talk to me Englishman
What good will shutting me out get done
Meanwhile crazies are killing our sons
Oh listen – Englishman
I’ve honoured you – hard Englishman
Now I am calling your heart to my own
Oh let glorious love be done
Be truthful – Englishman

How come you’ve never said you love me
In all the time you’ve known me
How come you never say you’re sorry
And I do
I do