As if any president ever went shopping for gifts. PULEEEZ. That’s the second main reason why Bill had Monica. “Get yourself something nice and put it on my tab, Mon. Maybe a new dress? And, while you are at it, could you get something for Hillary, too? It’s her birthday coming up. Thanks, hon.”
But Trump did say, “I got her a nice card. A really nice card.” Seems he snuck out of the White House long enough to shop for a nice card. What kind of idiot would even SAY that? Trump is on record as speaking total nonsense through gibberish but very few husbands are so stupid as to say THAT!
Kim Jong-un and South Korea’s Moon Jae-in have said they will denuclearize the Korean Peninsula. HUGE deal. This done after a successful Olympic Games that included both countries. The Koreans are getting along. My guess? China had a word.
Emmanuel Macron cosied up to Trump only to diss him completely when making a speech before the US Congress. He said Trump’s policies are insane.
So……which of the two ‘world leaders’ sounds better right now? Kim or Trump?
Call me crazy but Kim is lookin’ better by far.
I dunno. I have an appetite for politics and I confess that Trumpism is, if nothing else, a constant spectacle of political dysfunction and madness for me. But that nutcase is addictive. He reminds me somehow of the comedian Bobcat Goldthwait. When I first saw the Bobcat, he was so manic that I thought a crazy person had accidentally gotten on stage. His delivery was so insane and intense that, at first, it made me squirm just watching him. His voice was screechy and he seemed to be unraveling right on stage.
But then I kinda got used to the Goldthwait shtick and, while still amusing, my getting used to him diminished his affect. The Bobcat hysteria and the appeal (his and mine) waned.
Trump is doing much the same to me now. NOT completely but some. The more I am exposed to the voice, the rambling, incoherent illogic, the lies, the contradictions, the less he matters. It’s weird. He is still POTUS. He still has the nuclear football and he can still wreak havoc and seems clearly intent on doing so but, like, I dunno….it’s something akin to watching a Chihuahua go nuts….it can still bite but, really…?
Anyway, consistent with that observation is my disinterest in that observation. Right now, I am more interested in book 3. ACCIDENTAL FUGITIVES will be released in a couple of weeks. LOTS of fun. It’s a quick read. Approximately 275 pages (different number depending on the format – if it’s an Amazon print or a kindle e-book or a private, local printer, the page numbers change). The story is an action adventure starring two old people.
I can’t recommend it because doing so is kinda self-serving and obnoxious not to mention egotistical and pompous but, what the heck..you know me by now….so seriously consider getting it and do so with the complete understanding that your money will be wasted.
Do it for Sal.
On a closing note….the water pump is pumping, the funicular is funning and the new fuel tank is in place (lifted and placed by Sal and I – NOT easy). Sal’s boat motor soon to be serviced, the garden starting to go in and a little soiree planned for tomorrow night. All is currently right with our world…..mostly….
….a few aging friends are of concern.
Oh! And get this: Grandson, Leo is 6 months old and doing fine. My son called last night to tell me, “Leo ate his first clam tonight. Actually ate two.”
“Clams? Leo is eating clams? What the hell….?”
“Yeah. Seems to love ’em. Mom put a clam between her fingers and he sucked and chewed at it till it was gone. So she did a second. He likes clams.”
“That’s hysterical! Weird. Sheesh. Who woulda thunk it. Thanks for sharing that.”
DAVE! Why tell us your grandkid eats clams. You losing it?
The way I see it is this: POTUS is insane. Trudeau is barely a man-child wanting to act in dramas of his own making and the Korean clown that was Kim Jong-un is starting to look good to me. Is reporting on my grandkid’s appetite for clams any more insane than all of that?