A Litany Of Messes

"The world," wrote Wordsworth, "is too much with us." Well, he got that right. Outside the window in my study, the rain pelted down from a leaden sky, and the wind rattled about the manor like some moaning banshee upset at everything and everyone. This did nothing to improve my mood as I totted up all that was going awry on planet Earth.

First, that Icelandic volcano keeps spouting ash into the sky, causing airline disruption and irritating pilots, irritating passengers more, and really irritating airline owners and shareholders. Eyjafjallajakull it is called, a name that is unpronounceable unless your surname ends in 'son' or 'dottir', or you are an expert in Old Norse. (There are some.) And the eruption might go on for some time.

Then there was the car bomb in New York's Times Square. It had been contrived by one Faisal Shahzad al Rube Goldberg, and therefore failed. But in different hands....and thank goodness for the sharp eyes of, not Homeland Security, but a member of the Tee Shirt Vendor Guild, who alerted the NYPD to the suspicious vehicle. He was, interestingly enough, a Muslim, but this little factoid, given in the initial reports, was quickly dropped from subsequent reporting. After all, this would confuse a neat we/they dichotomy, and call for some thought. Can't have that.

Around the world, things are not much better. Thailand looks to be tearing itself apart, and the only good thing to come from that is renewed interest on Broadway on mounting a revival of 'The King And I'. Nashville, including the Grand Ole Opry, is currently under water, and West Virginia is recovering from a deadly coal mine explosion. The mine itself had been cited a gazillion times for safety irregularities, but these had surfaced during the Bush Administration, and as George would put it: "To err is human, to forgive, deregulation."

In Canada, the Opposition is bent on embarrassing the PM about turning some Taliban fighters over to the Afghan authorities, who might (God forbid!) mis-treat them. I continue to be baffled by the thinking of leftist politicians, who would do well to read up on the British Admiral John "Jacky" Fisher, who put it succinctly when he stated: "Moderation in war is imbecility." And make no mistake -- we are at war with these creeps.

One bright spot surfaced, however, a little shaft of sunlight to pierce the gloom. Britain has come to its senses. Gordon Brown did the right thing, and resigned, and one could say with confidence that nothing became his political life as the leaving of it. Bill Cameron and Nick Clegg take over, two young, bright lads who just might over time just turn things around. Might.

It will all depend on whether their wives get along.