That funny feeling is back – the one many of us felt at the start of the Covid pandemic, where we had to absorb and accommodate things that once seemed unimaginable.

That funny feeling that doesn’t have a name is part dread, part horror, part captivation as you watch through your phone at whatever this is unfolding.

It’s the sensation of living through a highly dynamic time in history, being swung about by time’s paw. It’s a hang-on-to-your-hat kind of feeling, where you don’t quite know how things are going to land.

It’s waking up – sometimes at 3am – to check social media or news websites to see if nuking another country has been casually threatened on Truth Social.

It’s wondering, “How is it only April?”

It’s lying awake and thinking, “Did the president of the USA really just post on Easter Sunday, ‘Open the Fuckin’ Strait, you crazy bastards, or you’ll be living in Hell - JUST WATCH! Praise be to Allah.”’

Open the Fuckin’ Strait. OK …

It’s then staying awake until dawn trying to work out if he has finally gone full crazy, or is demented, or if he’s dead serious and this is just where we are now.

It’s finding yourself agreeing with Tucker Carlson who said, “No decent person mocks other people’s religions.”

It’s waking up last week and seeing the US........

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