As
I peered into the internet this morning quite a few people were ranting about a
new law in Louisiana which requires the ten
commandments to be on display in all public classrooms in the state.
There
are those who are very much against this, not no one seems against it enough to
do anything other than rant on Facebook. I’m reminded of my crackpot landlady
who owned the flat in which we lived forty years ago. She had some strange
ideas about animal welfare and veganism and all sorts of things which at the
time were considered laughable. She once told me that her and her loony mates
needed to be in positions of authority and then no one would laugh at them… and
whilst people laughed they stood for election in councils and public bodies and
now their ideas are mainstream.
Much
the same is happening in America right now. A lot of people are angry about
what is happening in Louisiana, but no one is angry enough to do anything other
than whinge on Facebook.
And
there was an argument about the relative merits of America and Denmark.
Americans were getting rather nasty about how much tax the Danish pay, seemingly not
realising that many people feel it better to pay more tax and have schools and
hospitals and public amenities.
I
took the dogs to the woods. We got there to find the road from the A251 was
closed and blocked up with road works. So we drove to the other end of the road
only to find that too was blocked. I had an idea to walk round Godmersham Park;
as I drove up the A28 some idiot in a black van was feet from my back bumper.
Had I been in the boot with the hatch open I could have touched his car, he was
that close. I pulled over and he stopped and shouted a load of abuse about why
I was driving so slowly (two miles per hour less than the speed limit!)
I pointed out the fallacy of behaving so aggressively when his company name and
contact details were plastered all over the van he was driving. He suddenly
changed his tune and was all sweetness and light. Such a shame I never actually
made a note of his company’s name.
We
drove down to Orlestone for a walk; starting walking just over an hour after we
left home. Having had issues with Morgan and Bailey at Orlestone before, they
stayed on the lead until we were well away from the roads. Other than Pogo
screaming at the normal people the walk went rather well. It was only a shame
it was so warm.
Once
home I had a look in the garden but it was too hot to be out there for any
length of time so I came in and did the monthly accounts. Not too shabby
really. I did a spot of CPD and then completely forgot that it was too hot
outside and went out anyway. I stripped ivy from the fences, strimmed the lawn
edges, mowed the lawn and took the garden scissors to the stepping stones.
“Daddy’s Little
Angel TM” and I then spent a rather frustrating hour or
so trying to stop “Darcie Waa Waa TM” flinging stones into
the pond.
“er indoors TM” boiled up pizza which
me and “Daddy’s
Little Angel TM” scoffed whilst watching South Park on the Sky Q
box whilst littlun scoffed choccy brekkie cereals. Perhaps not the best thing
to eat, but she ate three bowlfuls.
The girls have gone up for an early night; I expect they will be
down soon. If they do come down I might go up. I mentioned it was hot outside
today; I might have overdone the being out in the sun today.
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