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I am troubled by the invitation from King Charles given to Trump.
I believe it was orchestrated by the British government, but still, it is disrespectful and insulting. However, the invitation – and gracious greeting – by the King to the President of Ukraine, Volodymyr Zelensky, (in his working attire) is a brilliant countermeasure. I don’t know if this is His Majesty’s “soft power”, or if the government exercised a wonderful display of juggling. Regardless, I extend my praise and great thanks.
But, it is best to be patient with Royalty.
His Majesty, King Charles III of Canada, received the Prime Minister of Canada at the same private residence where he welcomed President Zelensky.
I will happily concede the invasion of a sovereign state and ally, by a murderous thug, does take precedence over the wild blustering from Trump and his repulsive Vice president. It is best to first deal with the ultimate source of power in the current USA.
Interesting times, anyone?
DE
So, I did not see one minute of the Trump Transition.
The TV was off, and the computer was sedately ignored.
Thus it was for the whole day of the event. I’m one proud boy who has something to be proud about.
But – I gotta tell you – today Trump seeped into my quarantine. However, it was not the aged and befuddled president, it was his wife.
Melania appeared twice.
Once was a story (with photo) about her hat. The hat looked fine to me, and Melania is a looker. And if it helps keep Prezy at a distance . . . then it is also functional.
Her second appearance was a story about Melania launching her own cryptocurrency. Apparently so did the prez. This is indeed perfect, as cryptocurrency is what those rubes – one of whom is born every minute – love to purchase. It fits right into the Karnival.
DE
~ Uncle ‘Dolf.
~ Donnie, my boy.
~ Did I done good?
~ You done really good.
~ Are you proud of me?
~ How could anyone NOT be proud?
~ You taught me well.
~ The pupil surpasses the Master.
~ And you are the Master, uncle ‘Dolf.
~ I had my day, true enough.
~ And now it’s my turn.
~ What goes around, comes around.
~ We should have a drink and celebrate.
~ But neither of us drinks.
~That’s right, Uncle ‘Dolf – we are perfect.
~ Ja – look out world!
~ I’m dancing, hah hah, dancing!
~ Uncle Dolf – my dear, dear friend.
~ Like Uncle, like Nephew.
~ I hope I did you proud.
~ You have elevated me to the heights.
~ I followed your lead!
~ My legacy lives on.
~ For you, mein dear Fuhrer, anything.
~ I can tell you a little story.
~ “Fill my ears”.
~ My dear, dear, Goebbels.
~ Your beloved propaganda minister.
~ You just had to love that man.
~ I know! I do!
~ He once told me – and this could apply to you.
~ I would be blessed by anything.
~ After one of his blessed speeches in Berlin.
~ Can I still learn from him?
~ He said: “I could have made them all jump from the windows, if I had asked.”
~ Maybe make them swim to Puerto Rico.
~ Donnie, Donnie. Perhaps my work is done here.
~ Oh, no. I have to win, first.
~ Mr. President.
~ President Tricky.
~You know I’m dead, right?
~I’m not one for details.
~It was details that did me in.
~ You’re trying to replace me.
~ What?
~ In the affections of the American people.
~ Have you been drinking?
~ Fucking A about that. You are ruining my reputation.
~ I don’t even think about your reputation – believe me.
~ But you’re pulling a Nixon.
~ Not even close, Dick. May I call you Dick?
~ Sure, Donny. Is it true you don’t drink?
~ Not a drop.
~ Jesus – you do this stuff sober?
~ I’ve got the Will of the People and the Blessing of God.
~ God doesn’t give a shit.
~ I know that. And neither do the People.
~ They’ll take you down, Donny.
~ That was a big part of your problem, Dick.
~ What?
~ You cared what people thought of you.
~ They brought me down – the bastards.
~ Yeh – but you lived out your life OK.
~ Heh! I became an Elder Statesman.
~ And kept out of prison.
~ If I had sung, I would have brought down the whole corrupt Elite with me.
~ If I drank, I’d drink to that, Dick.
~ So, Donny, do you think you’re going to stay out of prison?
~ I got SCOTUS in my ass pocket.
~ That’s starting to look a little doubtful.
~ I stacked the court.
~Donnie – tell them that in Alabama.
DE
~ You are being scurrilous, Mr. President.
~ What?
~ Insulting.
~ After what you Marble Palace bastards did to me?
~ Not us.
~ Then who?
~ The US.
~ What?
~ The Law, Mr. President. Of the Land.
~ I put some of you bastards in place.
~ But you can’t put the Law in its place.
~ I’m POTUS. I’m above the law.
~ Not above. Or below. Or equal.
~ I’ve got Power.
~ Not before the Law.
~ I’m the Leader. Elected by the people.
~ Before the Law, you are but E Pluribus Unum.
~ What does that mean?
~ You don’t know?
~ Why should I?
~ It’s on all the money.
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