The Truth is Stranger. Much Stranger. So Much Stranger.

"Despite the constant negative press covfefe."
  Donald Fucking Trump

  Despite the incomplete sentence, let's deal with the fact that my computer's spell-check is having a fit with the collection of letters ending the quote (I'm not dignifying it with the word word).

  Covfefe!

  On this blog, I make up lots of strange shit. I even make up words occasionally. I take credit for conserva nostra for example; as well as trumposaurus. Let's not forget that Trump and his minions and base are members of the ignoratti  I must confess, though, that on my best, or worst day, I'd never have thought of covfefe.

   God knows that I'm praying for some fiction about now.

Mice are Smarter

"Steve, tell about the books."
"Everyone will write books about how great your administration was."
"And they'll write lots of books because we still got lots more years to go. Right, Steve?"
"That's right, Donny. We still have years to go."
"Tell again how many years, Steve."
"There's about three and a half years to the next election, and if we win that..."
"We will- we will-we will-we will! Won't we! Cause we're the best! Right?"
"Calm down, Donny, or I'll call in the Secret Service."
"No, please. I promise I'll be good. Just tell about the media. Pleeease, Steve."
"OK, the media are evil."
"I know- because they lie all the time and they're so unfair and they hate me. Right, Steve?"
"That's right, they hate you."
"And I'm gonna put it all on twitter. And everyone will know they're so nasty. Right, Steve?"
"Now what did we say about twitter, Donny?"
"Uh. That I'm not supposed to go on it so much?"
"That's right, Donny. You're not supposed to go on twitter so much. It causes a lot of trouble."
"Oh I know. But sometimes, sometimes I forget. There's so much stuff I have to remember. Remember how I almost forgot to salute the flag? That nice lady helped me."
"I remember."
"Is that the lady I'm allowed to grab by the pussy, Steve?"
"We'll talk about that in the morning. Good night, Donny."

Coming Soon, I Bet

    Trumpty Dumpty wanted a wall

    Trumpty Dumpty had a great fall

    And all of Vlad's horses

    And all of Vlad's men

    Couldn't put Trumpty together again

Christopher Mahon

      

Quote of the Post

"I wandered back into town the way I had come and, for want of anything better to do, had another pottering look in the shop windows. And then, outside a greengrocer's, it happened- something that sooner or later always happens to me on a long trip away from home. It is a moment I dread.
  I started asking myself unanswerable questions.
  Prolonged solitary travel, you see, affects people in different ways. It is an unnatural business to find yourself in a strange place with an underutilized brain and no particular reason for being there, and eventually it makes you go a little crazy. I've seen it in others often. Some solitary travelers start talking to themselves: little silently murmured conversations that they think no one else notices. Some desperately seek the company of strangers, striking up small talk at shop counters and hotel reception desks and then lingering awkwardly after it has become clear that the conversation has finished. Some become ravenous, obsessive sightseers, tramping from sight to sight with a guidebook in a lonely quest to see everything. Me, I get a sort of interrogative diarrhea. I ask private questions for which I cannot supply an answer. And so as I stood by a greengrocer's in Thurso, looking at its darkened interior with pursed lips and a more or less empty head, from out of nowhere I thought, Why do they call it a grapefruit? and I knew that the process had started.
  It's not a bad question, as these thing go. I don't know about you, but if someone presented me with an unfamiliar fruit that was yellow, was the size of a cannonball, and tasted sour I don't believe I would think, Well you know, it rather puts me in mind of a grape."
  Bill Bryson, Notes From a Small Island.

This is the fourth book of Bryson's that I've read, but definitely not the last. He's good. He's also versatile; the other books that I've read are: A Walk in the Woods, A Short History of Nearly Everything and Shakespeare; The World as Stage

The Women's (and my) March on Washington, January 21, 2017

I cannot put into words all the emotions running through me after being there Saturday.
We spoke truth to power. We came together. We showed the world what Democracy looks like.

(Oh yes- I was the one with the sign reading: Trump: Keeping the Twit in Twitter)

Quote of the Post

"Under an hour before dark, and the snow falling is like pieces of broken daylight."


"Hertz is crowding Landsman, exhaling his breath of plum brandy, the undernote of herring so oily and sharp you can feel the little bones in it."

Michael Chabon, The Yiddish Policemen's Union, (both)

Chabon's good. Read him.