One of the problems of my advanced and creaky age is that I remember, all too vividly, things past. So when Donald Trump and his hair start to close in on the White House and people say things like “Oh, there’s no way that clown could possibly be elected,” I recall the exact same sentiment bandied about over Ronald Reagan in 1980 and look where that got us.
Bearing that in mind, I’ve been thinking a lot about New Zealand, how charming it sounds and how very far away from the Electoral College it is.
Also, it features these guys as their rugby team. Rugby apparently is some sports thing. Who cares, amirite?