Sunday 16th April

We are back to the days of bombs; in fact we have never left those days behind.  Ever since the invention of cannons, Generals have safely sat astride a horse or a desk and directed artillery at the enemy.  And with the invention of the aeroplane, how simple it is to drop a bomb from the belly of a plane, just like delivering a baby into the world; lots of squealing and pain and the proud daddy chomping on a cigar in another room.

Our generation lived through the Cuban missile crisis, when Kruschev and Kennedy faced off, and eventually Kruschev blinked.  It is easy to make threats but far harder to back down.  And we know that aggression is almost always met by more aggression, as both sides puff up their chests and rattle their antlers and huff and puff and hope that one or the other backs down and walks away.  And oh, how easy it is now with inter-continental missiles to launch one of these babies at pretty puny countries like Afghanistan or Syria or Iraq; our leaders know these ‘David’ countries don’t have the slings to hit back at us ‘Goliaths’.

And we have a President now who is anti-abortion, after all who can deny the beauty of a new baby – and yet who like those who went before him doesn’t hesitate to bomb other countries into the stone-age, men and women and babies and all.  So concerned about the sanctity of life….Oh yes, we are sorry for ‘collateral damage’ but this, in their perverted logic, is the fault of the Saddams and Bashars who have tweaked the noses of America or the West and who will not bow down when we threaten them.  So we resort to bombs and drones; little danger of the embarrassment of returning body bags to American soil that way.

And is it any co-incidence that these babies, these ‘Mother of all Bombs’ bear such a remarkable resemblance to a penis?  Male power projected over those defenceless populations.  And if even one of the big ones really gets nasty and we resort to bombing North Korea or the Russians in Ukraine or the Iranians at the behest of Isreal who knows just what Pandora’s box we will open, or if we will ever be able to close the lid again.

But let’s not worry about that, let us enjoy our chocolate cake, “a really big one, maybe the most perfect chocolate cake ever” as we deliver a few more of these babies into the World.