Suzanne Harrington: Here's to worrying about silly stuff like bad Irish accents in Wild Mountain Thyme
Could it be…..whisper it…..could it be that 2020 is finally taking its knee off our windpipe? Easing its sharpened fingernails out of our eyeballs? Ceasing its sustained kicking? Might there even be a scatter of glitter with which to end a year not even the Mayans or the scriptwriters for The Thick Of It could have dreamed up?
Obviously, we are not there yet. There is still an orange tyrant in the White House, weaponizing his defeat. It’s not Covid corpses he cares about, it’s ratings and retweets. Flogging merch at rallies where he can still inhale the adulation of his base. The longer the Republican elite – Mike Pompeo, we see you - feeds this extended tantrum, indulging Trump’s mad emperor Lukashenko schtick and allowing him to scream about rigged elections, the more the democratic process is undermined. Where, in that gun-crazed country, is a zookeeper with a net and a rhinoceros-sized tranquilliser dart when they need one?
