To paraphrase Gershwin "I'm glad I'm not in America, Bad politics in Amereeeeca".My God, if the world stops turning one day, the unholy crapfest will probably look a lot like the Republican party attempting to put shine on the rape shaped turd laid at their doorstep by the Tea Party. I can only imagine how crazy people are going, having angry adverts crammed into their eye sockets 10 times every half an hour.
At least in jolly old Blighty, once every five years a wee beige man sitting in front of a library of classics will lean forward to tell the waiting public that his political foe is a jolly bad egg and not to be trusted.
It took the election to bump me out of the funk I've been in since dear old Auntie Betty died. A greater, more magical person I will never have the privilege to know again, and mores the pity.
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