![]() Happy freakin’ Monday, everybody! It’s going to be a wild week here at The Compound as we welcome spiritualists from all over…well, the world. The Fijians arrive the other day. They have set up camp in the southeast corner of the main lawn. I had a conversation last night with a couple of folks from Fiji. I was curious as to what drew them to festival (such that is) that commemorates the Cabinet Saloon gunfight between Temple Houston, Jack Love, and the Jennings Bros in 1895. I was informed by Mark that according their traditions and alt-history, Temple Houston visited Fiji. Really, said I? Yes, said Mark, we traded him a bunch of relics for samples of rye whiskey and a few rounds of .45 long Colt ammo. Mark said that Mr. Temple seemed fascinated that some cannibalism on the islands still existed at that time. He offered his hosts several bottles of Texas hot sauce…for their “gastronomical explorations.” He then reportedly disappeared. Yep, vanished. Thin-air. Gone. Perhaps Mr. Temple was concerned that he would be the main fare at that evening’s meal. Mark delivered his alt-history views with a straight face which told me to stifle my snarky comments (this is a very big man). Hey! Speaking of alt-history, our president, The Trump, seems to be rolling out his own special brand via Twitter. At least, he is tweeting in between crashing wedding parties at his luxury golf course in Jersey. But, more on that in a second… So, I have a friend (hard to believe, I know), we’ll call him evetS, who leaves tomorrow for a trip to Tokyo. He told me he is praying that The Trump can keep his mouth shut for the seven days that he’ll be in Japan. So do I, evetS, so do I…at least that’s what I said yesterday. Overnight, The Trump has been atweetin’ like a mad man with superhuman thumbs (bet he eats spinach every night before bed). He tweeted that “our wonderful” secretary of state, Rex (Beerpong) Tillerson, was wasting this time trying to negotiate with the “Little Rocket Man”, aka, Kim Jong Uno. He went on to advise Tillerson to save his energy, that he (The Trump) has other plans for KJU. This coming on the heels of announcements on Saturday by Beerpong that the U.S. had opened a backchannel convo with NoKo to negotiate a ratcheting down of the rhetoric and putting the nukes back to bed. So, there are two ways of looking at this: 1) The Trump is just plain crazy and is tweeting himself (and by extension, us) into a wartime footing; or, 2) after Beerpong opened the back channel, NoKo went quiet, and the ever-impatient The Trump tweeting like a Hostess Orange Cupcake fool is trying to sucker them back to the backchannel. I keep wanting to give the guy (The Trump) some credit. Maybe it’s because I can’t believe the American people, who are by and large a herd of woefully undereducated, poorly informed sheep (present company excluded, of course), would elect a lunatic. But, what do I know? So, yeah, I hope its option two. There is nothing to be gained by starting a war… Oh wait, I almost forgot. So the evidence that The Trump is rolling out his own special brand of alt-history…pseudo-history…basic-nonsense is in another tweet (always with the tweets) in which he claims Kim Jong Uno has been a colossal pain in the a** to every president since Clinton (for twenty-five years). Hmmmmm…ummmmm…no, not really. Particularly, when you consider that this version of evil dictators named Kim has only been in power for six years. But, hey, we know what you mean! No problem! Dear evetS, suggest you pack your thermonuclear underwear. Oh, and drink heavily. The weird gator cult of spiritualists from Florida are due in this afternoon. Things are ratcheting up! That is all! Comments are closed.
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