So
– just to be clear –
the ignorant,
spiteful,
untruthful,
selfish
bombastic
representative of
the United States
is removed.
Part
of the
*vast* celebrations
is a
youthful
and brilliant
poet
A pretty good balance.
Biden and Harris have earned
their night’s sleep.
I’ll take the future for its weight in gold, Alex.
~ DE BA. UE
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~ So, how you good old boys doing?
~ There’s a problem, Mr. President.
~ Some of you boys did me proud – Har-de-Har.
~ We’d say it’s a big problem.
~ ‘Big’ problem?
~ A hugely problem – Har-de-Har.
~ Now, I’m kinda busy.
~ Taking the silverware?
~ And the china.
~ Well, there’s a start – about China.
~ They started the killer flu.
~ And that’s another thing.
~ Eating bats – do you know they eat bats?
~ You’ve killed 400,000 from the flu.
~ That’s just that Fake News.
~ We’re burying our families. It ain’t fake.
~ Everyone catches the flu.
~ You said you’d do right by us.
~ Blame Biden, he stole the election.
~ Then he didn’t have time to kill Americans.
~ Well , , , give him time.
~ We gave you time – look where it got us.
~ I’ll be back. 2024! 2024!
~ How often do you think you can fool us?
~ And Ivanka can follow me. 2028!
~ Donald, you’re a dumb prick in a stupid tie.
~ Clean your mouth. I’m the president.
~ Not no more. “No more years!”
~ Dumb pussies – I’ve got a plane to catch.
~ After we get our hat back.
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~ Kimmy – thanks for having me.
~ I know I extended an invitation, but …
~ And the family.
~ It was just for a visit . . .
~ And my closest sycophants.
~ But that was when you were somebody.
~ We just need a place to stay – for a few years.
~ Melania’s already heading back to Slovenia.
~ Not my darling!
~ She says she has family – real family.
~ Who will iron my shorts?
~ Oh, your job comes with an iron.
~Job?
~ As door man at our finest hotel.
~ Job!
~ We understand you have hotel experience.
~ I own . . .
~ Owned – all property of our citizens belong to our State.
~ That sounds like Communism.
~ And, as for the kids – they’re leaving with mommy.
~ She’s not their real mummy.
~ Funny – she says you’re not their real daddy.
~ But who’ll be left to listen to my stories?
~ That’s what happens when all your stories are lies.
~ But I’m the most powerful man in the world.
~ Must I be the one to tell you?
~ What?
~ You’ve been fired.
From my novel in its five year progress, There Was A Time, Oh Pilgrim, When The Stones Were Not So Smooth.
Alison Alexandra sometimes thinks of turning over a new leaf.
Sometimes at the most traditional of times, like at New Year or her birthday or under a full moon or when the tide is at its highest.
But then she remembers that well into her pre-teen years she thought the expression to turn over a new leaf meant reaching into the branches of a tree and flipping her wrist (somewhat like Amanda does when cutting cards) and when she found out the flip flip flipping concerned paper pages she was so bored she never did it. No, not once.
And anyway, why would she overturn anything in some sort of orderly fashion when she pell-mell turns things over at the very time they seem that they need to be overturned and not a minute or an hour or a full moon or one leaf later.
That now is indeed now is, indeed, now and as she daily finds out from her windows or cliffs overlooking the ocean; tide and time await no Alison Alexandra. So she will not wait for them.
Alison Alexandra has often thought – and she also often thinks – that she could happily turn over all her leaves just from her prow-of-a-ship room jutting into the sea or the cliffs that, as yet, do not erode under her feet as she walks them looking out to sea.
But that would be unwise and probably as stagnant as a rotting fish that sometimes lodges itself at the base of her cliff and though she has not traveled as often as those sailors and their spyglasses, she has traveled as far as many of them just to keep those leaves flip flip flipping.
So, today she is going to walk to town.
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Not only did Franz Kafka go through ‘The Spanish Flu’, he got it and survived.
In my novel, Kafka In The Castle, I fill in his missing diary entries. Two such are New Year’s Eve, and New Year’s Day.
I will point out that Kafka was often abrupt in his real diaries. There are just two sentences for Sunday, 02 August 1914, the day the First World War began: “Germany has declared war on Russia. Swimming in the afternoon.”
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From Kafka in The Castle
31 December 1917
The end of the year. The end of a love. The ebb of a life. Even the Empire can not last much longer.
01 January 1918
It is strange how we are expected to wake up on a Tuesday morning – just as any Tuesday morning – and be full of hope because it’s the first day of some arbitrarily appointed year. I walk the streets and it is still Prague.
In my novel, Kafka In The Castle, I gave Kafka a dream about a husky. Kafka’s dream, however, was based upon the very real event that happened to me many years ago as I took a country walk.
In Kafka In The Castle, I fill in the ‘missing’ diary entries from Kafka’s real diary. He either did not fill in these days himself, or he destroyed them. There are some estimates that Kafka destroyed 70% – 80% of everything he wrote.
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24 December 1916
Dreamed I was in Amerika last night – playing with a Husky.
The dog was all white, and possessed an intelligent face. The shape of the muzzle made it look as if it were smiling – even laughing – and having a good time. It was free, and could do such things.
It did not speak, but that does not mean I thought it incapable of speech. I played with him, and because of his gentle persistence, we went running through the snow together. I chased him as he wanted, along a winding trail and through young woods.
I hid from him once, and he was much confused, his breath hard, and his feet scratching across the snow as he came back to look for me. I jumped out of my snow cover with a shout. He smiled at me, and he nearly spoke.
I looked for him, this morning, on the way to work. And then again, tonight, as I came up to the castle. Before I leave, I shall gaze into the Stag Moat from my darkened window. The snow there must be the purest in the city. If I see him, will I give chase?
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