Hundreds of children separated from their parents at the borders because the authorities did not have the guts to refuse to carry out Trump's vicious and inhumane orders have been put on busses and sent to New York, 2000 miles away from where they last saw their their mothers and fathers.
One of these children is 9 months old.
In order to try to hang on to his presidency, Trump responded to the outrage which saw the resignation of one of his closest allies, by allowing for future illegal immigrants to stay with their parents whilst in detention, knowing that American law decrees that you are not allowed to keep a child in detention for more than 20 days, so after that period the children will be taken away in any case.
This concession means nothing to the hundreds of children and parents who have already been separated though, because the immigration officials have made no records of the children which would have facilitated reunification. No finger-prints, no DNA samples and very little paperwork. There would be no point in asking a 9 month-old baby his last known address, let alone the name of his parents.
Trump wants to send a strong message to potential immigrants, but forgets that they probably would not follow him on Twitter even if they could speak English.
There is much debate over the legalisation of cannabis in this country right now, because a young boy who has severe and life-threatening epilepsy has been denied a prescription of the THC variety of cannabis oil - the only stuff which helps. The Home Office has granted a special licence which will probably save him from having a heart attack caused by 120 seizures a night, but the oil remains illegal to everyone else.
CBD oil (which lacks the active ingredient, THC) is currently legal under UK drug laws. I have some in my vape right now in the hopes it will help with arthritis. You do not get high from CBD.
A dim-witted member of the House of Lords has thrown a spanner in the works by proposing that all cannabis should be made legal, even for recreational purposes. This man has been a career politician all his life, and obviously does not know the difference between the genetically modified 'skunk' variety and the ordinary weed which has been safely used for hundreds of years.
Skunk often causes episodes of psychosis. I know this from experience, but not mine. I tried it once and I hated it. I have seen many hitherto peaceful and sane people become paranoid and violent through the habitual use of skunk. It should remain illegal in my opinion, even - or especially - if the ordinary variety is allowed for recreational use. The widespread use of ordinary cannabis - such as hashish - may put a dip in the nation's productivity levels, but that's it.
If the Home Office think that all cannabis should be outlawed as dangerous even for medical purposes, then - by the same token - they should also ban all the opiate pain-killers such as morphine and codeine. Unlike cannabis, they are known to kill if not administered correctly. A hospital in Gosport, Hampshire, is currently under criminal investigation for killing over 600 people with morphine.
By their reasoning, do they think that a if a blanket ban were to be imposed on medical opiates, all the junkies and dealers would be driven off the streets? Even if it were so, it would be a high price for everyone to else pay to make their crime statistics look good on paper.
I am struggling to fend off what feels to me like an impending crisis.
After the second attempted break-in at my little workshop in the country, I decided I did not have the confidence to work on the large, fragile and potentially valuable item there, so have had it moved to a highly secure container in a client's highly secure maintenance area. I bigged it up to prevent it from being deliberately destroyed, now I will have to pay the price should someone else deliberately destroy it.
I work in artificial light, speaking to virtually nobody, and I work through lunch. In the country, I have lunch in the open air with my fellow country-dwellers and I am surrounded by greenery and wildlife.
I have never set foot in an open prison, but I would imagine that my current workplace is very similar to one. Unless I drag the thing back to my workshop soon, I have another month of this sentence to serve. I feel like Mole in Wind in the Willows, whereas I normally identify with Ratty. I am lonely at work.
The view (part of) from our kitchen window the other day just before dusk. I am a bit lost for words at the moment, hence the pictures. To tell the truth I am missing some bloggers who used to post a lot but now stay silent, or post very occasionally. I used to take inspiration from them more than I realised at the time. I am trying hard not to use this space as a platform to complain all the time, but some things just have to be commented on - well I think so anyway.
The news that the Macintosh School of Art in Glasgow has pretty much been totally destroyed by fire just before the repairs to the damage caused by a previous fire were due to be completed is just what we didn't need to hear right now.
When the embers cool down, the initial shock diminishes and the investigators start work, someone is going to be in quite a bit of trouble. They will have to deal with the grief of the whole of Glasgow, let alone all the tourists who have come from all over the world just to see the building.
Oh well, at least nobody was hurt and maybe England will win the World Cup.
Cro is suffering from the same deep despondency as the rest of Britain is right now. It just seems so unfair that all this 'news' is happening at happening during a very long period of austerity when the only thing that is capable of collectively cheering us up is a Royal Wedding, and we've had that now.
Sport used to be the Great Escape, but when Scotland beats England at cricket, those days are obviously over for the foreseeable future. We have the humiliation of the football World Cup in Russia to look forward to next.
Spending-sprees also used to be a good form of therapy for the middle classes, but even though we are encouraged to tighten our belts and put aside money for rainy days, it is impossible to shop for everyday groceries without embarking on a spending-spree, thanks to the enormous hike in food prices.
Eating the expensive food is another solace for the troubled soul. I hear that Britain now has levels of child obesity which are greater than the U.S.A.'s. That is a record.
Up until quite recently, my personal form of escapism was the hunt for antique glass and other stuff, but despite that prices for those things have reached an all-time low, the appeal has tarnished for me and I no longer actively hunt.
Reality is getting more and more difficult to escape, but nobody seems capable of dealing with it at the moment - especially the politicians.