As a silly present, I gave Andy an inflatable mini mallet for Christmas, called ‘Whomp It!’ (Trademark of Rocket USA, Inc.,published by Running Press) The first thing he did with it, predictably, was whomp me several times over the head with it. Marketed as the instant solution to any problem, it is supposed to be an outlet for frustration. The perfect gift for a church minister. Maybe.
It got me thinking about things that frustrate me.
These can be quite trivial really, such as: machines that don’t work properly, my body not working properly, the absence of a pen when I need one, making meringue, the back gate on a wet day (the wood swells up), slugs eating the garden, and, wait for it, the dreaded cat poo on the lawn and in the flower beds where I have just planted bulbs / seeds / fragile plants.
Argh. All right, I’ve calmed down now.
But then I started thinking about the bigger picture. If I was able, what would I choose to whomp, if I had a chance? (Whomp – what a word!) Do we get frustrated and distressed enough about the important things?
poverty oppressiondeceit abuse people traffickinggreed disrespect cruelty apathy violence arrogance corruption mockery malice tyranny
These are generalisations, I know. I’m sure we all have our own specific concerns we wish we could subject to the ‘Whomp It!’ treatment. Any suggestions?
O LORD you will hear the desire of the meek,
you will strengthen their heart,
you will incline your ear
to do justice for the orphan and the oppressed
so that those from earth
may strike terror no more.