I've seen placards today from self-proclaimed groups including queers against genocide, pregnant women against genocide, and doctors against genocide. But if you've even lost the witches, it might really be time to give up.
My view for the afternoon. Not a bike in sight for a change. Just a freshly mowed lawn, a fridge full of cold Duvel, a backlog of Private Eye and an increasingly blue sky. Almost takes the edge off having a head full of bat plague.