I wrote the following blog three years ago, under the heading: “Trump And Merkel Walk Into A Bar In Hamburg” This just goes to show (kinda) that what goes around comes around.
So – now – a former American ambassador to Germany said at the recent Republican National Convention that “… he saw President Donald Trump charm German Chancellor Angela Merkel”. When told this, Merkel’s expression indicated otherwise.
~ You are not quite the tuff bad boy I expected, Herr Donald.
~ Maybe not – but your stiff starchiness is evident, Frau Reich Chancellor.
~ One must keep you and the Tzar of all the Russias in their place.
~ Nothing is going to keep Vlad in his corner of his empire.
~ Unless . . .
~ Speak it up, Herr Donald.
~ I dunno – you never know who is listening these days.
~ I think we’re safe – the Tzar is on his way home.
~ But “home” is the operative word, Angie.
~ Then you had best whisper into my shell-like ear.
~ All we’d need is a Twitter GIF of that!
~ Not to worry – I’ll just roll my eyes.
~ Well – Frau Angie – why don’t we form an Anchluss?
~ I think you mean an alliance, Herr Donald.
~ I’ll leave the technicalities to you.
~ And we’d already have an alliance, Der Donald, if you behaved yourself.
~ Did you just say “dear”?
~ Not in this lifetime.
~ Just checking, Angie.
~ Nor the one after.
~ The ladies like a bit of power – if you get my drift.
~ Hell would first freeze over.
~ I’m thinking you might accomplish that, Frau Reich Chancellor.
I owe my life to Hitler, though I never met the man. My father was paid to stop Hitler, so there is no conflict of interest. I was given a thunk on the back o' the head by God when I was fifteen, and within a week began to write. I haven't stopped. My first novel was accepted 'over the transom'. My first editor/author luncheon in New York included a naked man with roller skates at the next table. For the sake of research I have lain on Kafka's grave, but I did not weep. I wish upon my own gravestone the phrase "Thank God He Didn't Die A Virgin". There is truth in every truth - so watch out.
My published novels include the popular fantasy A Lost Tale and the thriller The Bonner Deception. I also have two editions of humorous and spiritual short stories, The Elephant Talks to God, which are appreciated by both young and old.
My manuscripts range from stories about unicorns and druids in the 'Passing Through Trilogy' to the 9/11 destruction of New York. I have filled in the missing diaries of Franz Kafka; recounted the first person dementia of a serial killer; explored the outrageous lifestyle of the famous; and listened in while an elephant and God converse. I currently switch my attention between the saga of a family of onion farmers, from Fourth century Italy to the present day, and a contemporary NATO thriller.
I live in Canada and make Nova Scotia my home.
I prefer to travel by train, but embrace the computer age with passion. I am always on the hunt for unique onion recipes.
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