Eeeeks! Who would want to be a POTUS? Well, if the 'Big Don' was unsure what it entailed being 'Mr. President', he sure as hell is finding out the hard way today. The whole silly world is 'shocked, I tell you, shocked' over the mysterious disappearance of some Arab journalist called Khashoggi who is, of course, being a journalist and also for working with the 'WaPo', nigh unto sainthood! The fact that he is a former friend of bin Laden and a dedicated supporter of the Muslim Brotherhood has not yet reached the MSM, particularly the WaPo! Still 'n' all, as they say 'over there', something must be done, Mr. President, to those horrid Saudi 'murderers' even if it means losing not only a much needed ally but also '$illions' in arms deals which will put tens of thousands of American workers on the dole. Incidentally, that non-stop cackling you can hear is the Iranian mullahs laughing their socks off, er, they do wear socks, don't they?
Enough, my life already! I have today issued an edict from here in Chateau Duff that henceforth all Royal weddings are forbidden! Or at least, the details are to be withheld from all media outlets. If I see one more utterly tedious story about the latest Royal nuptials I will go mad, I tell you, mad . . . Oh, and that goes for 'Strictly Come Dancing', too!
Les temps perdu: Sometimes, and on a selective basis, it is nice to revisit past times and I am exceedingly grateful to Mr. Silvio Canto, Jnr at The American Thinker who reminds us that yesterday was an anniversary of the birth of 'that woman' who was born in 1925. Sorry, but from my meagre memory of poetic quotations, all I can think of to write is "Bliss was it in that dawn to be alive" when Maggie Thatcher's government began. I am tempted to compare her to the present incumbent but it is too, too depressing!
Ah yes, Paul R. Ehrlich, remember him? No, I thought not and I must confess that I had forgotten him which is a pity because there is nothing funnier than a genuine, er, 'scientific' swot who is always and forever completely and utterly wrong in all his predictions. I can vaguely remember years ago in my early blogging days sneering at his ludicrous predictions, and cheering when I learned that the late (alas) Julian Simon had won his bet with Ehrlich who, being an apocalyptic, shroud-waving forecaster of the very gloomiest kind reckoned that the price of several different metals, which he chose, used in a variety of industries would rise through the roof due to scarcity and depletion. Their prices actually fell! Ehrlich also said that the greatest threat to the population was, er, well, population and that unless strict rules were imposed to control the growth then, well, it was the End of the World! All total 'blx', of course!
Is Australia real? Oooops, that was rather clumsily put, let me explain before the wrath of AussieD and Andra descends on my innocent head! Last night I watched half of an Australian movie called "Goldstone". The setting was in the middle of Australia, than which you could not find a more totally empty place outside of a vacuum! The long shots showed a zillion acres of nothing, absolutely nothing, but sand and more sand, some rock and distant - very distant - mountains. Every ten thousand acres or so, there was a single, weedy looking tree but how it got there and how it survived I do not know. I was reminded of "Waiting for Godot" and any minute I expected Vladimir and Estragon to wander in! Frankly, being something of a anti-Peeps grouch these days, I was tempted to emigrate. However, in the film, from time to time in the, er, storyline, a police post would suddenly appear in the middle of nowhere. Then a bar, equally empty but where its customers would came from was a mystery. Then, and this made me giggle, in the middle of all this empty nothingness, a 'knocking shop' appeared manned, or perhaps 'womanned' is more accurate, by five oriental girls. In my admittedly brief meetings with 'Aussies', I have found them to be very sociable, particularly when the beers starts to flow, but the Aussies in this film could barely put more than two words together. So, my appeal to my Aussie friends, if I have any left, is simple - is that the way things are in deepest, emptiest Australia?
Beware La France! So there was this very decent British chap, wearing bright clothing and cycling along a well-used mountain cycle path in rural France and minding his own business when - bang! - suddenly a local hunter shot him dead! I don't wish to make light of it because it was a double tragedy for the man on the bike - and the man with the gun. Even so The Telegraph reports:
It is the latest in a series of hunting accidents in which people have been killed or severely wounded. Last year a 59-year-old hiker was shot dead by a hunter in the southern Drôme department, and a woman sitting in her garden was killed by a stray bullet fired by a hunter. In 2016, 18 fatal hunting accidents were reported in France.
"O, wad some Power the giftie gie us": To hear oursels as others hear us! Yes, I think I need some advice from my old e-pal, 'Jimmy Glesga', on this story of a bust-up on Medway Council when an exceedingly Scottish councillor was asked to speak slower by an English councillor because he couldn't follow the words. Needless to say, the Jock, originally from Glasgow (need I say more?), went off on one and whilst he didn't threaten to "put ma heed in wi' ma bonnet on' he did become exceedingly cross. My sympathy is entirely with the other man who is, like me, half Scottish. I listen regularly to 'TOOOORKSPOOOORT' in the mornings which features the very Scottish Alan Brazil sometimes accompanied by the even more Scottish Ally McCoist. I would understand more listening to Radio Bulgaria!
What's the Chinese for 'I told you'? Fascinating piece at Zero Hedge reporting that there have been sporadic outbursts of violence by ordinary home-owning Chinese because of the falls in property values. The government is now scrabbling to do what it takes to stabilise prices but we all know how good governments are at that sort of thing! Here in the west we are familiar with the ups and downs of market forces but in China where they are enjoying wealth undreamed of hitherto, the anger could be exceedingly rough!
'Mutti' Merkel might not feel too well tonight! According to early reports based on exit polls, the voters of Bavaria just gave her and her party an almighty kick up the backside. What's the German for 'ohdearwhatapitynevermind'?
No more rumbles today