Alas, 'I have dined not wisely but too well', courtesy of mine host, so the old brain is touch addled which is hardly surprising given that down here in the Mediterranean warmth 'vin rose' which normally I wouldn't even use for gargling just seems to flow effortlessly down my gullet leaving me with that pleasing delusion that everything I say, or as in this case, I write, is exceptionally witty and wise. Fortunately there is a cure to hand for my delusions in the form of Andra who brings me down to earth in a single sentence.
Now where was I?
Oh yes, of course, the menace in America! Actually I have alluded to my worries about America before but having, by means of stupendous intellectual and technical leap, managed to find The American Thinker website (sorry can't do links on this i-poddie-do-flicker-thingie) I found an American writer with similar misgivings to mine. He, being proper writer and all that, found exactly the right image as a heading to his post: "Like cattle before a thunder storm". Now, dammit, I'm no farmer but instantly I could envisage a great herd apparently grazing peacefully but gradually becoming increasingly unsettled and uneasy by things they sense but cannot see clearly.
That, I think, is America today.
Anyway, must go, my 'vin rose' is getting warm!