A bad, very bad hair day
I lived from 1967 to 1975 in Pau, SW France, slightly west of Toulouse under the flight path of the Mirage IV, the French nuclear bomb carrier from 1965 to 2005 — dominant winds from the Atlantic to the west funneled by the Pyrenees Mountains to the south, meant they most often took off and flew overhead straight for the Bay of Biscay — although they never carried live payloads, that made the Cold War very, very real for me as a teenager!
With the fall of Communism, the subsequent end of the Cold War and the relaxation of the nuclear threat, I felt I could breathe more easily until 9/11. Now Dubya’s rhetoric around Al Queda pales compared with 45’s sabre-rattling with Kim Jong Un, the sole Soviet-like power left today (more in next post). While a lot of ink has and will flow on the current situation, let me focus on Leah McElrath’s insights into 45’s psyche, tweeted 9 October 2016… a day short of a month prior to Election night! How prescient was her closing tweet (in full at the end):
Her penultimate tweet on 45’s sensitivity around his (fake) hairdo drew my attention immediately to the full head of hair on Kim Jong Un…. The same way I described Brexit as “… Referendum ill advised / From boyhood fight among Boris / And Cameron on his way out”, might this sabre-rattling boil down to similar petty jealousy… that I titled here as a “bad hair day”?
… How low must politics sink before it changes!
Twitter transcript, inspired by@postordinary transcript sans punch line:
