Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray The Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray The Lord my soul to take.
BEEP BEEP! WAKEY WAKEY!
Do you have any dark worries about Joe Biden's inauguration? He who should not be named has been thrown off Twitter, Facebook and Instagram, and now Parler has been thrown off the platforms, all the president can do is shout at anyone who will listen to him, and there are still a lot of people who hang on his every word.
'The biggest witch-hunt in America's history', he says. 'No violence', he ends with, giving a virtual knowing wink toward his more extreme followers.
The best we can hope for as his legacy would be his single-handed setting-back of the Republican Party by about 50 years. The worst doesn't bear thinking about.
Can you imagine how different the response would have been if it were Black Lives Matter protesters storming the Capitol? Many more than four dead, and they would not be 3-1 the security forces.
I wondered how I would sell them on - one by one as door-stops?
I politely declined the offer. I have a feeling that I will not regret it.
This Trump business is becoming ever more fascinating to me. I mean 'fascinating' as in watching a man-eating tiger stalk someone from a safe distance of several thousand miles on screen is fascinating.
But I live in dreamland of course. I have always said that U.S. politics are as much my business as anyone else's because of the huge influence that the USA has had on our European (yes, you heard me right) lives since - and probably well before - WW2.
Nancy Pelosi caught me off-guard today with something which, although has crossed my mind, I have always dismissed as paranoia verging on bad humour.
She has asked the Chiefs of Staff in the military to deny the current president access to codes which will allow him to order a nuclear strike anywhere in the world, any time he wants.
I watched a documentary years ago, where they allowed a film crew into a U.S. military bunker containing two young officers, a red telephone and a large button. The phone would ring, the voice on the other end would quote the code and the young officers would press the button, destroying half the world.
"What would happen if one of you went mad and pressed the button without authorisation?" asked the documentary maker.
"Well Sir," said one, "We both have a pistol and are ordered to shoot the other should he show signs of going insane and launching an unauthorised nuclear attack."
"What if the one who goes mad shoots the other before he has a chance to draw his own gun?"
They both mutely stared at each other. This scenario had not occurred to them before. It had not been part of their training.
These are such strange times. What used to be dark fantasies are becoming very real. I don't even have bad dreams which come close to waking life these days.
This was my Christmas present to H.I. this year.
Ha ha! I can see the looks on all your faces and they vary from one end of the spectrum to the other, on every level imaginable.
Ok, I know he may not be as attractive as Piers Morgan to some, but I would not mind betting that he would beat Trump in a last minute book purchase at an airport.
This man can write, and write very well. He is still a hero of mine, no matter what some deeply embittered people may say. I wish I could get him to sign our copy.
Nobody was born without flaws.