A Pretty Pickle. No matter how hard I look, I cannot see that anything short of a global cataclysm would reverse the flow of that river, become a riotous sluice from the sewers of not only the pestilent dominance of the powerful but also the hypocritical poltroonery and the dazzled obedience of its servants; not to mention the bovine indifference of the We The People, wilfully blind to anything that doesn’t impact them directly…or so they think. Today is voicing solidarity with the Palestinians and tomorrow will be merely wearing a keffiyeh. And the day after that They will come for me, and you, and your children and your neighbour and your sisters and your cousins and your aunts. And you will not hear Them coming because you’ll be to busy panicking about that attack from Russia that Sky News has been promising you lately. Get the paper bags out of storage and beef up the kitchen table! And have a spiffing weekend.