MenoAZinkulling: U

This month here at the Wild YAMster's bloggy, you are going to be regaled with words related to feelings and happenings of the last twelve months. Oh yes, you know of what I talk.  This is to be the ALPHABET OF AAARRGFIZZZ... We've all had to deal with it. This will be a reflection purely from my point of view. You don't necessarily have to agree with what I say; just appreciate where it's coming from. Normal service will resume on May Day. (By which time I may be yelling that down the ether phone loud and repetitively!)

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How to be Uberous in relation to this letter? 

I am Undecided.

Let it all hang out, just Unroll from the fingers.

Yet to keep the Universality of these posts

Relating to Coviditionitis... Ugh...

The whole debacle has been Ulcerous to society.

Politics has been Uliginous, with Ulterior motives appearing in the mire. There's a rise in the Ultrapatriotic, marked by the Unfurling of flags.

On a personal note, things have been somewhat Unkempt, but certainly not Unclean. Indeed, one has been Ultrafastidious in that department... but the dressing up and applying adornments has dropped away - Unlamented. 

For all the Unity this lurgy has brought forth, there has at times been a lot of Unnecessary Unmannerliness. 

Underneath the surface waters of the ocean of COVID, the disUK governpeeps have shown their Unilateral tendencies. They still seem to think they rule a majority of Uneducated serfs. He of the Unruly hair is Unbashful in the most Ultimate fashion. Undaunted by the litany of errors, no-shows, U-turns in his past, he ploughs on no matter how Unwanted things are...  Brexit, Borders, Bombs... as for the dressing as many things as he can in the flag of Union...

Patriotism is the Last Refuge of a Scoundrel

...said Johnson. Not that one - an earlier one. 

It's all beginning to feel a little bit like it did in the 1980s. This Johnson, the current one, appears to consider himself the Ubermensch of our times...Thatcher on steroids... which brought to mind 'O Superman':

And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom
Of night shall stay these couriers from the swift
Completion of their appointed rounds.

'Cause when love is gone
There's always justice
And when justice is gone
There's always force

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