I prayed that the election wouldn't turn out as bad as I had feared, but it was so much worse than I had imagined. Britain has, like America elected a liar and an author of lies, hell bent on pursuing a British separatist policy which could cause untold damage and suffering to poor people.
In trying to be 'pastoral' to both sides of the brexit debate, the church has ended up being pastoral to nobody in particular, but preserved its place on the irrelevant periphery of society. It's a bitter pill to swallow, the fact that core moral values and judgements have been so eroded and weakened.
With such a large majority, the government will feel emboldened to resist Scottish calls for another independence referendum after the SNP won 80% of the Scottish seats. There will be trouble! This is a painful day. The only consolation is that the urban South of Wales, from Newport to Gower has stayed a Labour stronghold apart from losing Bridgend, with Monmouth and the Vale of Glamorgan staying as Tory as ever.
Is it the 'flu that's making me ache and feel drained today? Or is it a reaction to the prospect of a UK future in which my kind of view on living with justice, partnership, consultation and thoughtfulness will supplanted by sales-talk and disinformation without substance, over which I have no control?
Co-incidentally, the full moon reached its peak at 00.12, two hours after polls closed. And, it would be Friday the thirteenth today wouldn't it?
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