The Aardvarks have returned from their cruise.
Australia is burning. Unlike the movie, they’re not on the beach due to nuclear war, but due to climate change.
Trump has just tried to start a war with Iran.
I feel as if we have disembarked from the cruise, only to take an airplane where the pilot is a randomly selected idiot, with no training in how to fly a plane, and a boundless—and boundlessly unjustified—faith in his own genius.