Pandora's box

Man the Lifeboats (if they float)...

The Titanic economy that is Europe, streams full steam ahead towards a metaphorical iceberg. One that contains the contents of Pandoras Box. Europe is careering fixatedly, on a course of doom. In mythology there were two urns to pick from, and we have picked the wrong urn. We have unleashed the contents. Theognis of Megara, wrote that in choosing the wrong urn the consequences were that:

Hope is the only good god remaining among mankind;
the others have left and gone to Olympus.
Trust, a mighty god has gone, Restraint has gone from men,
and the Graces, my friend, have abandoned the earth.
Men's judicial oaths are no longer to be trusted, nor does anyone
revere the immortal gods; the race of pious men has perished and
men no longer recognize the rules of conduct or acts of piety

So we can only Hope. (Maybe not read to the very end...)

There is Disturbing news everywhere, no water, wildfires raging in Europe, a savage evil war being waged in the Ukraine, and let's not get started about the price of food and the spiralling electricity prices.

This year, last year's trendy car of choice down here in La La Land, the Land Rover Defender is nowhere to be seen, as petrol and diesel prices soar.

On the war front we have a protagonist who either is over compensating for a small gentleman sausage, or is trying to be manly so his skeletons don't come out of his closet. A friend of Dorothy's perhaps? Trouble is he has his trembling hand on the nuclear button, and he really has painted himself into a corner, like a malevolent Mr. Bean.

Here in Brexit Land the band of Cacocrats, are hell bent on electing a surgical truss. A Thatcher impersonator, who looks as sincere as a ventriloquists dummy. Actually a piece of painted wood might do better? Trouble is with a ventriloquists dummy, who's hand in in control? And that truly is the question.

When you think about it no wonder there was so many drunken parties in Whitehall during lockdown, they saw the future, and decided that being blind drunk was the best option. Only way to cope. They hit the bottle. In a strange way a good idea because they could use the empty bottles to send a message. Help.

Perhaps nature is trying to scrape out the petri dish and start again. Nature trying to press control alt delete, before the planet faces the blue screen of death? Mars truly is not an option. We only have one planet.

Cherish it and chant Nam-myoho-renge-kyo earnestly and sincerely.