Sunday Music

The hot topic among six years olds last week was teeth. Is it alright to use the tongue to loosen a tooth ? What about tools like pliers ? Is it okay to grab and pull, or is it better to grab, turn, and then pull ? And finally : How to transport and preserve a fallen out tooth, respectively teeth ? What to expect from the tooth fairy ?
This replaced the more common issues like “You are living in my head, and I in yours : You are me, I am you !”, magical activity like creating things of any kind, colour and size, and the most common of all : “Where is my cap ? Give me back my cap !” The magical activity and the cap issue involve my co-driver, while it is absolutely enough when two kids swap their heads, there is no need for an adult to step in. Even when they are damn cruel sometimes, e.g. when mago & co. found themselves on a big grill roasted.
A nearly round, big, yellow moon just climbed over the horizon. I only hope I can sleep well this night.
Now let’s listen to some music : The guitarist Bill FRISELL (Ger., Eng.) performs the title Think from his 2009 long-player Disfarmer. I hope you enjoy the music. May the coming week be bearable for all of us.

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A Little Rant, Sorry

At the start of this week Mr Johnson from London called Frau Merkel in Berlin.
I think it is important to notice that – at least now that I write this – no official statement about this conversation is published by the German side, at least to my best knowledge. Correct me please if I am wrong. All we know is what Mr Johnson had to utter about his interlocution with Frau Merkel. I must say that I finally came to the conclusion that Mr Johnson’s relation to what is commonly called “truth”, is best described as “trumpesque”.
Mr Johnson stated that there will be no agreement regarding “Brexit” – it is not possible.
Why ?
Because Germany.
As I see it, this is the quintessence of what Mr Johnson felt the need to proclaim as result of this conversation.
Johnson is, so he claims, working hard for “Brexit”. What means that he runs around Europe and pesters heads of State with unwanted visits, phone calls, discussions – a bit like a phone company’s salesman. Sadly he generates no revenue, but produces hot air that sometimes contains traces of sulphur. He reminds me of a locomobile busily gong nowhere under full steam. And the result of all this huffing & puffing ?
The Germans.
The old, grim enemy raised its pate.
If this was a theatre production I’d demand my money back. It is the cheapest deus ex machina one can find. How desperate must one be to come up with this ?
All this is vain in comparison to what happened across the pond. Steampunk Johnson’s idiocy at least produces no dead, costs no life. He just ruins his country – if this is the course of history, so be it.
But the decision of the little fuehrer to pull out of Syria costs human lives.
I am sure that this decision roots only in domestic considerations : He wants to be the one “who brings da boyz home”. Because the ratings slide as a result of this nasty impeachment thingy. So let’s betray an ally, fuck the consequences – these do happen abroad anyhow, don’t they ? He !?
Either that, or we will see a mega-tower bearing the orange abomination’s name spring up in Istanbul in the near future.
It makes no sense to “analyse” foreign politic “things” here, other well informed people do this. I just want to point to “the other tweet”, regarding the little fuehrer’s wisdom.
As we finally understood, this person is unable of anything that remotely could be categorised as “sarcasm” or “irony”, especially when his own self is the subject. So when the person talks about his “wisdom” it has to be taken at face value – it IS his truth, his reality.
I think that The President of the US is ill. He becomes more delusional as usual. I think the man suffers from a not fully cured syphilis that affects the brain.
And I think that here finally lies the exit. The Washington mandarins, even the worst worms of the Republican party, finally may understand that this president’s job is to undermine and ruin the US, and that he is good at it. The damage becomes larger every day. The chief brownnoser Graham blabs about “a disaster in the making” (regarding the Syrian pull out of troops), but, frankly, he is too dumb to find his arse in his trousers : The disaster is already there and in full swing. It has a name, and occupies the White House.
It seemingly does not count that this “administration” does run camps to concentrate people on the Southern border – Pacos, eh?! – , it seemingly does not count that the flawed Supremo enriches himself (and his rotten family) shamelessly, and it seemingly does not count that said “President” openly kills The Constitution.
But even the worst whiskey soaked & cocaine clouded brain should understand that he axes the “American Empire”. I repeat myself, but Frau Merkel said it first & from the start : The US are no reliable partner anymore. Understand this !
The damage grows every day, I doubt that it is still repairable.
Preferably sooner than later they will have to kill the mad king, nothing a creature like “Moscow Mitch” would have difficulties with. To “save face”, or “keep up appearances”, choose illness. All & everybody could live with this solution.
But how many people will die before the nightmare is over ?

I’m sorry. At least I can write my mind. Here comes some consolation, in the form of the Melancholy Blues performed by Louis Armstrong and his Hot Seven. They shot it into space.

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