Morning Brood. Yes, you’ve guessed it. J’accuse is passing through a traumatic crisis. It’s mostly psychological (the trauma) and the irony of this statement will not be lost on close friends. Wikipedia tells me that psychological trauma can put a person in a state of confusion or insecurity. Thank God for the Greek philosophers and their ideas about crisis. Crisis comes from the greek word for decision – to decide, to judge.
Interesting that. All these funky words and what are they telling us? That there is a trauma – something having an impact on our perception of life – and that this precipitates a moment of crisis – decision making. I’ve almost sorted all that out. Which does not mean that J’accuse will be back with a bang before November. It means that my deadline (I’m learning to cope with that word) to be back in full swing is All Hallows Day.
No worries. The irresistible urge to blog (or insanabile cacoethes bloggandi) remains and I am sure you will be seeing a post or more in the next few days. One little note to the comment by “letty” – the Indpendent articles are copied into J’accuse but they are not considered as blog posts. The distinction between the article and the blog post is already there.
So. I’m off to heal the trauma and solve the crisis. My own that is. The world can wait for a few weeks. I mean if Fausto is busy plumbing and listening to Cohen i can have my own moments of Karma can’t I?
P.S. Sorry for all those who like me hoped for a new dawn with new labour. Muscat was close to pathetic on Xarabank. Not that Gonzi was much better – adulators of the PM might stop and pause for a minute and remember that once you establish that his sparring partner was more than rubbish then no brownie points go to anyone outshining him. Basically we are back to square one. Unspoilt by no choice. There’s a trauma for you to analyse.