 Howdy everyone! Hope you’re well and loving life…no really. I know it’s unusual for me to be so magnanimous with the pleasantries, but what the hell? It’s the holiday season and all, right? Had a good weekend here at The Compound. It was quiet, for the most part. Cousin Fred and Friend Lamont are still off-site racing pell-mell around North America in pursuit of the elusive hairdressing hydrologist Gigi. I have the idea that they’re camped out at Lafayette Square in D.C. directly across from what has become Fortress Trump. Lafayette Square, in case you’ve not been there, is where all the odd, quirky people with an axe to grind against the sitting president camp…literally camp out…as they protest one thing or another. Cousin Fred will fit right in. I was watching CNN Saturday night and they were doing a report that included a quick sweeping shot of Lafayette Square as part of a much larger story about the White House. I swear I saw a sign over there that read, “Free Gigi, you orange Hostess cupcake!” But I may have been wrong. I tried calling Cousin Fred and Friend Lamont, but the calls went directly to voicemail indicating that their phones are off, probably to keep the Secret Service from pinging them and then raiding Lafayette Square. Speaking of Fortress Trump, if only 10% of the talking heads on television know of what they speak, the (political, possibly legal) world is closing in and rough seas are ahead (Navy talk) for Fearless Leader. It started last week with the announcement that John Kelly would be leaving as chief of staff by the end of the year. The heir apparent, Pence’s chief of staff, Nick “the Stick” Ayers, made it clear he doesn’t want the job (who would?). That led to predictions of a collapse of the White House when Kelly departs. I don’t buy that. It’s been my experience in professional life (hey, I wasn’t always a moronic blogger with little or no moral compass) that no one is truly indispensable. You may think you are. Other may think you are. But no matter how important you are to an organization they’ll find a replacement. I think the more telling piece there is that after weeks of speculation that Pence’s CoS would step in to the position, he feels compelled to announce he’s not interested. Eh, Stick is a relatively young man with a moral compass. Probably doesn’t want to be tainted with whatever stink the implosion of Fearless Leader’s White House may bring. Welcome to D.C. Anyway, the Sunday talk shows were filled with people predicting everything from impeachment to indictment (after he leaves office) to former officials all but begging the American public to vote Fearless Leader out of office in 2020. Hence, the White House, long considered the People’s House, is now Fortress Trump. In the meantime, Fearless Leader keeps tweeting that “everything is great” and that everyone currently huddled inside Fortress Trump is having “a great time.” Again, hmm… As you long-time followers of CCB know, I always like to end these posts with a nod to the weirdness of humanity…there’s a lot of that out there! I was going to talk about a woman with super long blonde eyelashes in Ohio dumping “red hot” grease on her live-in lover (for no apparent reason, by the way). But that seemed too pedestrian. So, instead, we’ll look in on an artist from Denmark whose photographs taken around the world are famous… (dare I say, sometimes infamous). His name is Andreas Hvid. And, the Egyptian government is after him for climbing the Great Pyramid at Giza taking photos (and video, there’s video of the action) that includes shots of he and a female having sex atop the structure at sunset. Okay, let’s stop there a second. I have to be really honest, the thing that struck me about the photo (edited – to keep Facebook off my ass - version posted here) is the seeming beauty of Cairo in the background at night. The place is a slum, believe me. I had the opportunity to visit the site years ago. I’m glad I did. It is definitely something to see. To get there you must travel through mile after mile of high-rise run-down apartments on either side of the road where light doesn’t get through unless the sun is directly overhead. And then, suddenly, you emerge into the desert with the pyramids in front of you and the Sphinx – which is nowhere near as big as it looks in photos by the way. The poverty and all that accompanies it is behind you, before you are the manmade (or alien-made if you watch enough episodes of “Ancient Aliens”) that you’ve only seen in books or on TV. And, there to the right, is a real surprise. A Holiday Inn. I’m not kidding. The place had rooms with views of the pyramids. Who knew? I told myself then that if I ever traveled back there, I would stay at the Holiday Inn. But enough about me. So, Friend Andreas and his presumably witting accomplice climb to the top of the Great Pyramid (455 feet) as the sun is setting. They shoot video. They take photos. They descend. And no one is any the wiser. Until said Friend Andreas posts the photos and vid on his website (www.andreashvid.com) just in case you want to see for yourself – perverts). At that point, the Egyptians get involved and they aren’t happy. Describing his actions as disrespectful, disgraceful, etc…they (the Egyptians) have referred it for prosecution, but Friend Andreas is long gone, checked out of the Holiday Inn and looking for his next spot to “dis.” This will likely be the last post of CCB for a few days, but I’ll be back to things as soon as possible. Oh, if you’ve not yet viewed the first episode of our new video series “Confessions of an Insolent Hash Slinger: Cooking with Mr. Robin” it can be found here: http://www.cosmic-city-blog.com/confessions-of-an-insolent-hash-slinger/episode-1-ranch-style-beanseat-a-bean That is all! Comments are closed.
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