A New Dawn

I’m not a fan of early mornings. Especially ones that start before 6am and have an hour long drive right at the beginning of the day. But when there’s a view of a sunrise across a sandy bay, somewhere along a stretch of Dorset’s Jurassic Coast…well, your brain can fool you that you do like early mornings after all. The illusion doesn’t last long, however. There’s only so long that you can watch a sunrise. Work beckons.

Early mornings in an English seaside town possess a certain surreal atmosphere. There are long periods of silence, punctuated only by seagulls and the waves lapping on the sand. They are like ghost towns. But fear not. You’ll not usually have to wait too long to be reassured that you’ve not slept through the rapture to find it’s just you left. Every town has its small but determined crew of early risers. A hardy bunch of elderly chaps will appear and disappear before first light has even shown itself. Newspapers must be bought. Dogs must be walked.

President Obama recently remarked that no matter who won the election, the sun would still rise the next day. He was right, of course. He’s one of the US’s better post-war presidents. The tranquility of sunrise provides an excellent opportunity to contemplate what the new year will bring. To reconcile oneself with the inevitable. To see the silver linings in the approaching storm clouds.


In that spirit, I’ve spent the morning considering which of Mr Trump’s promises I’m most looking forward to. Bringing back the torture of foreign combatants sounds particularly fun. Perhaps Mr Trump could put a new spin on it, and televise the process in front of live audiences. Strap Abdul in and make him squeal. If the audience are unimpressed, they can have buttons to press to up the voltage.

But to be honest, the invasion and looting of Middle Eastern countries has more appeal to me.  Sure, it’s technically against the Geneva Convention, but this is no longer an age of political correctness. We want to see Ross Kemp huddled in trenches, ducking bullets fired by mad mullahs with their heads wrapped in tea towels. Quite frankly, TV just hasn’t been the same since the end of the Iraq War.


  • Mr. Trump is poking at the New York Times again. An old adage, much older than I: is that one should resist doing battle with folks who buy ink by the barrel. The venom spewed over Obama will seem an elixir of life compared to what is going to rain down on the Donald. I remember well how the right reacted to Obama’s election and he always got more votes than his opponents.

    I’m sure we will end up with teabagger Pence, it is just a matter when. The FBI wanted Clinton to lose, it is not the same as wanting Trump to be their boss. I can see the FBI boys thumbing their Trump files with a king maker’s glee. We live in interesting times.

    • Trump will never learn. But that’s the joy of being a spoilt child, isn’t it? You don’t really need to learn. Those who voted for him might well learn a lesson though. The wiser amongst them might be sussing it already. I’m sure a newspaper of two had planned to run a checklist in January of Trump policies, ready to cross them off as broken promises during his term. Too late. He’s bust half of them, to varying degrees, and he’s still a couple months away from taking office. However, to have voted Trump anyway, one needed to be fairly gullible to start with, so there’s no amount of broken promises that can’t be fixed with new promises….

      It is interesting to see just how big a win in the popular vote (for an Electoral College loser) Clinton is racking up. It counts for nothing of course, but it does highlight the issues that the US, and the UK, have with first past the post ballots.

      • As a guy who is having fits trying to get an extortionist hacker out of his mother’s laptop, rumors of a massive hack of US electronic voting machines makes me want to wonder. The geeks are saying a 7% difference between paper and ether ballots smells of the Russians. The Greens are at the forefront of this investigation. Anytime someone selling a product says it is not possible, one can be assured that it is and we have been told ten thousand times, ” the machines are unhackable”.

        • I’ve learned in my job to be very non-committal when talking to customers. Never make promises. No matter how implausible, unlikely or unheard of an incident might be, anything is possible on the railways.

          The British rail system is a complex beast. But runs a distant second to the US electoral system. All potential voting irregularities should be investigated. Always. Sour grapes doesn’t come into it.

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