counting the days
We leave for the rental cottage in 48 hours. The weather's neither here nor there, but I'm past caring. It looks like this will be my only week off this year (other than my stint of unemployment). I've been looking forward to this trip since we booked it (the day before I lost my job, back in April).
Three good things that happened today:
- Got a damn decent haircut at a place on Pape for $25.
- I've now made it to work three days knowing that my spare tube has a hole.
- Getting ramped up at the office so I can go on vacation (sounds nuts, but it seems to be normal).
(In which I leave the final word to someone else.)
Naturally the common people don't want war: Neither in Russia, nor in England, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy, or a fascist dictatorship, or a parliament, or a communist dictatorship. Voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked, and denounce the peacemakers for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same in any country.