some perspective...
outside my home right now,
there are 2 sisters aged maybe 50,
the daughter of one of them and her little one.
none of them have a man who remains alive.
they have no home.
they are sitting on the fucking street.
i can, right now, hear the little one crying her heart out.
they sit there every evening at sunset during ramadan.
everyone, all us neighbours,
gives them enough food to see them through the night.
some mard-arses on here don't know they are born.
reckoning their wellbeing is dependent on the outcome.
okay,
when the news breaks it will be enormous,
but it isn't going to make innocent people homeless.