Present at the Creation

Trump is the magician who has unleashed the evil genius of America. Look out for ICE. I don’t even know what that acronym means. “Immigration and Customs Enforcement.” There, fixed it for me. Ice is coming to get you. Trumpler’s America. I thought we killed this off, but no, it’s back. It’s quite a distinction. The absolute worst kind of person infecting large numbers of people with the absolute worst kind of person virus. It’s historic.

I’d be worried myself if I went down to America and I haven’t done anything wrong. Doesn’t matter. Those days are gone. But I’d probably be fine. My skin is lily white. I’m white I’m all right.

I’ve never thought of myself as white. I had to go look at myself. In a way America would be a fascinating place to visit right now. What’s that like?

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I’m sure it’s fine. Trump is laughing at you. So everything is wonderful. There’s also this:

No Comment/No Credit

A word says a thousand pictures. Bob and Pete. A couple of great guys. That’s the message. The ugliest guy in America, arms akimbo, standing tall with Heggsy at the exclusive Guys Who Can’t Go Anywhere Else gym in DC close to the federal district. The new America. Going to the gym is important for regular guys like us. We come here regularly and that’s what’s important for America and that’s what’s important for you. And I might add:

I’d like to point out I need a better tailor

And getting a bit tubby talking to the press. It’s that rich fascist food. And he won’t be outdone. And another thing. He can have you disappeared but he’s not like that. I’m just a bald regular guy. While Kennedy is the ugliest man in America and Hegseth is drunk on God, his idea of protection from the truth, Stephen works incredibly hard and can even disappear those guys if he wants. Pretty sure he thinks so. Who the devil knows? Now this:

Have you seen my soul? I’m so tired.

He caught the wrong boat. Who hasn’t done that? I wonder if he’s read Present at the Creation. Dean Acheson. Doubt it. Probably. Little Marco is making the best of it but seems troubled. He the man.

El Presidente isn’t going to be around a long time. The brother looks tired, bagged. He’s the oldest evil comedian America’s ever seen. It’s genius. Megalomania doesn’t begin to describe it. He’s very weak. I hope he’ll be all right. That’s not true.

It’s disturbing and fascinating. It’s hard to believe it won’t blow up. This terrible weakness. It’s unAmerican isn’t it? I’ve heard quite sufficient from these guys. Moving on. Anywhere else will do. Sick to death with these crazy Americans.

Result Pending

Northrop B-2 Spirit

Seven of these things were on the mission, as these things are called. A source tells me this is a third of all the B-2s there are in the, what is it? Oh yeah. Arsenal. In the arsenal. Well that’s just fine. They havn’t replaced the beloved B-1B but they’re going to, apparently, eventually. I told you about the B-1, the Bone, that flew low above me that time, right? it was a few years ago. The telling and the event even further back. My accounting prof was right. it can get confusing.

It’s not remarkable that these airplanes went and bombed targets in Iran. Half of them or something created a diversion so they could really sneak up and it’s been hailed as a great, world-conquering success. What’s totally remarkable is the author of this bombing run, Don, brought in the almighty at the end of his little address to the people of that make great again nation.

“And I want to just thank everybody. And, in particular, God. I want to just say, we love you, God, and we love our great military. Protect them. God bless the Middle East. God bless Israel and God bless America. Thank you very much. Thank you.”

I nearly choked on my stew. God in particular gets thanked. Sweet man. Picks God out of the crowd and thanks God personally. I do believe God is great again. It’s heartwarming. I think the thing is it’s a Republican president and they usually have the gift of unintelligibility to a more refined degree, at least since I’ve been around, than the Dems. I can see that for some people that’s a big plus which can be the only explanation for why Republicans keep turning up as president. It’s a recurring problem, or not. Point of view. I’m staying out of it.

And this bunch of Repubs close almost all their little speeches and harangues with religious BS. Don’s announcement the other night with Little Marco, Booze Hegseth, and J.D. Entrance. I mean Vance. But he is entrancing. Have you looked at him? I’ve never seen a guy whose eyes are so close together. And all that facial hair hiding his cute little chubby cheeks. The worst thing is these clowns have no sense of humour. And the religious hokum.  Stay far away. if only it weren’t impossible.

Has Heggsie ever smiled in his little life? Everybody thinks he’s a dope and he certainly knows it and that, yeah, I am, I’m a dope, and that can be hard on a man. I’m sure of it. I understand. They all need a hug and there’s no doubt legions of counsellors who would be happy to help or try to, but it’s hopeless.

Heg’s. The statement this is not an act of war. That’s what’s funny. Messing up a lot of quite expensive stuff and ridding the world of quite a number of human beings with your magic machines from America, right, that’s a friendly act.

Lily courtesy CS Nicol

On the Town

Back from an early food and meet and greet with an old friend and workmate of my consorts over at a supposedly Michelin starred little tapas eatery. Who the hell is running the Michelin guide these days? “Como” tapas is well financed but I didn’t think the tapas were exceptional. Maybe that’s my problem. I’m just not sure. The strangest thing was loud recorded pounding music in this small venue not for a crowded house because there weren’t that many patrons when we arrived at 4:30 p.m.

The enterprise is tucked into the small, southwest corner of a fairly new-build low rise building. The food was okay but a certain sameness to the taste of everything. Even the sliced demi-baguette that finally arrived in its little basket looked slathered with oil. I didn’t have any bread or oil. And the recorded sounds kept pounding into our ears.

I finally noticed the side-by-side award plaques I guess you’d call them on the wall right to the right of the tapas bar entrance. One said “Michelin 2023” and the other “Michelin 2004.” The plaques as I call them were about a foot or so square, flat, in a kind of red wine colour with words in creamy white. There they were. Were the raters or rater or critic here when there was pounding stupid recorded music? Get some tapas music in here! It’s too late for you today but tomorrow! Tomorrow make it happen! Please! For me! Although I won’t be back!

And that’s my review. And the place was expensive. A hundred and sixty-three bucks for tapas for three? Why of course. Michelin!  Our table talked briefly about the original Vancouver tapas bar which was an adjunct of the “Chateau Madrid” restaurant that used to be on Howe Street in olden times. The “Bodega Bar” of fond remembrance and the tapas were always first rate. I’m afraid I can’t say that about this place, but nobody asked me to say anything at all. Does that make any nonsense?  Wish I knew. Talk soon. Como. 201 East Seventh Avenue.