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The days seem to pile up ever more insults and in the famous words of the lunatic from The Network – ‘I am mad as hell and I can’t take this anymore’, although I probably would take it, for there is a way to vent and find revenge for the multiple demeaning, awful names that the spouse is calling me, from something like old fart – although that is contradicted because I am supposed to be sexually active (for five minutes she says) with all sorts of whores, which is not exactly the usual occupation of those who are passé and unworthy – to goddamn stupid, such as about one hour ago.

Yesterday there was a new zenith, or is it a nadir, for when I got home, I found that the kitchen has been cleaned and very little, if anything from my stuff – which granted, tended to clutter and occupy all available space – has been left in the open, prompting the question and fear, what will I do in the morning, if I am trying to find something, or perhaps worse, leave essential things home,  old fart that I would become – psychology studies have underlined time and again that if we are primed, conditioned, we tend to become influenced and project this new self…one study comes to mind, in which participants have been divided into two groups, in one, they addressed them with words that are related to old age, such as grey and Florida, and they found that this ‘old age related team’ took twice as long to return to the exit as the others who have heard no words connected with senectitude.

I protested yesterday and then took it further, after the usual you are no good, you do nothing, look at so many others, instead of making some money you are just a lazy fool or the equivalent, I took the opportunity, when there was a crisis with the Ocean fish tank, to come out and look at the immense mess and say something like ‘hey, but what about this nice calamity here?’ and that was like the straw that broke the camel’s back, for the echoes of that earthquake have been felt even today, when indeed, I rubbed some salt into the wound, reminding the aggressive alpha female about the catastrophe of the other day and this triggered yet a new explosion of damn you stupid, instead of supporting someone and showing consideration when they are down, you just go on with your own obsessions and etc.

Perhaps I should see now why writing is supposed to be good for describing crisis, and one reason is that writing uses another side of the brain and a different logic and therefore we tend to see some sense where otherwise there looks to be none, when engaged in a quarrel with the wife, for instance and yes, she may have a few points there, because she was really distressed and under the pressure of the moment, for it looked like the pump would give up – it would eventually, but she was smart and my bank account was even smarter, old useless fart that I am, and another pump was somewhere in the garage.

In the heat of the moment, she did something almost tragic, for she used some four (?) bottles of mineral water, to prevent the system from collapsing – we could smell burned plastic or rubber, albeit for a while it was hard to say from where, for at the same time, I was trying to start the fire in the fireplace and as this consort keeps stating, I use it as a sort of garbage dump, with paper, plasticized paper and all sorts in there, ready to kindle the fire for the logs, which I collected from the neighborhood, making the wife ashamed again and then the vicious circle of more labels – you fool, the garbage man, old people collect garbage, you are a disgrace and on and on.

Nevertheless, the mineral water added to that complicated mixture, which needs to have a fixed percent of salinity and whatever – that fucking dodo bird costs me a fortune there, for these damn fish – seemed to be killing the fish, for first the yellow tang, then the black and the stripped ones started gyrating, upside down and ready to meet their maker, for they presumably lacked oxygen and the carbonated water has added enough CO2 to make them helpless and the spouse agitated and saying ‘chi, chi, chi’, every other three minutes, for what seemed to be hours on end, until finally, after bumping their nose – the black one – into the corals or something else, they looked like their making sense again…

So today, when I returned, my favorites, the macaws – who can be as obnoxious as hell, that would be Balzac, who is shouting like crazy, even now, as I write in the ‘office’ and he is with Puccini in the living room, with their dear ‘mother’, who kicked the ‘blue one’ in the head, leaving an injury that looked quite dangerous, when the vile bird tried to take her eye out, apparently – in the past and the present when he fucks my brains out with his screaming, that can be heard like in the Amazonian jungle, for tens of miles, I run away after him with the broom and knock him down…

Anyway, when I referred to the superstitions that some people believe in, including the spouse who keeps exposing my rotten heritage – my mother had warned her that I am no good, philandering, useless, baseless and what not – and then quotes from the zodiac, which again proves what a rotten, devilish, idiotic, grumpy, low life, selfish, cheap bastard  I am and have always been, never done anything in my whole life, only got some money with the business partner who has provided the cash for ever and so there is nothing favorable to say about the ultimate loser.

If I generally avoid a full blown face off, with war on all levels, today I have been rather outraged of the series of insults and replied in kind, saying that she has never placed $ 1,000, 000 on the table to prove how fucking glorious she is and multiple times better than I am and she really jumps over the line when all she basically does is throw all the dirt in my face and if I am indeed the old fart in her story, perhaps she should stop and show some pity and give the guy a break and not step on him and spit in his face every goddamn day there is…

Trudeau, Macron, Boris Johnson laugh at Trump

Trudeau, Macron, Boris Johnson laugh at Trump

If you look on the internet, you would find a very short video –volées, as Macron said, when refusing to talk about recordings that have been stolen – in which Justin Trudeau, Emmanuel Macron, Boris Johnson and perhaps Princess Anne laugh at the intempestive, ludicrous, indefatigable American leader, who has made everyone late – this seems to be the starting point of the jocular moment: ‘you were late? Yes, because the man has forty-five minutes off the chart news conferences (when he was supposed to talk for three minutes) and you should see how his staff had their jaws drop.

The rude, oppressive Orange Fatso keeps doing it and then he is offended when others call his bluff and eventually respond in kind, for to keep others waiting, endless, fatiguing hours, while you ramble about how perfect your bribery calls are, how you are better than Lincoln and anybody else for that matter, how you love dictators – the latest love affair involves the ‘strongman’, who is actually just another nut case, Erdogan – is just reprehensive, more than impolite, against the rules and norms in society…but hey, this is an orangutan for all practical purposes, interested in ‘grabbing pussy’ and getting everything for himself, acting like a mindless animal, always ready to get in front of the pack.

This video is relevant and extremely interesting because we already knew how unpopular this idiot is outside the American Bible Belt, Deep South, Red neck states, but we could not be sure how defiant, abhorred, amused the other world leaders are, until we saw them sharing their opinions of the fool, for while Trudeau is heard explaining the length of the rambling, unscheduled conferences and the reaction of the clown’s own staff, Boris Johnson – an alleged ally of the buffoon – is bending over with laughter…

Granted, Boris Johnson, guilty as he is for his contemptible stand on Brexit, his lies and ridiculous positions, is still one hundred times smarter than his American buddy – although the question is, who is not? – and one of the proofs of his superiority over the soon to be impeached SOB was this very recording and the natural reaction to what Trudeau was saying in front of the small group that clearly had the same contempt for the bizarre, foolish man, who does so much on daily basis to offend, stun, amaze the world – expect for his fans, who had been hit by a disease long before their cult leader has been Chosen…they say he is the Chosen One – that we forget that he talked about raking the forests, just like they do in Finland – where hilarious postings emerged with people vacuuming the wild, ridiculing the vicious, pathological liar.

He used to call in at radio programs, before getting to the White house, pretending to be John Baron, claiming he knows about Donald, the close bond he has with his father, revealing for psychologists a sad story of a man who has not had enough affection and is needy, complaining all the time – although before becoming the leader, he accuse the others of something he does all the time, showing a paranoia only equaled by his Narcissistic Personality Disorder…

What a shame this is!

Happy birthday Madi!

Happy birthday Madi!

Very often I think that we could not be any different, my sister and I, given that she has been so resilient, serious, helping people get better as a doctor of medicine, while her brother wastes his time – as his spouse keeps highlighting – with bogus activities such as scribbling for no good purpose, on a daily basis, without any impact whatsoever – granted, instead of arguing with the spouse, it is probably better to vent frustrations, envy and whatever here…

Speaking of envy…this might have been a feeling directed at the sister that has done so much better, as a resident of Chicago, mother of a boy that loves and agrees with her – mostly, I guess – in a marriage that cannot be as conflictual as the one we have –still? – here, in a job that by definition offers meaning, a sense of fulfilment and achievement, even when surely there are patients that make one lose temper, patience and so much more…probably…no, surely.

This has been the case until recently, envy being a strong word and not appropriate for apart from the aforementioned, we can and do envisage how difficult it is to answer calls in the middle of the night, be on duty on holidays, nights when the undersigned is sleeping with the phone shut down.

Indeed, the history of Coming to America is the story of such a difficult quest and journey as to make it seem like Dante’s Purgatory, with that goddamn scoundrel who had stolen money from her and Johnny – together with a few other doctors – when he made them work for months – was it a whole year? – And at the end just said that he would not pay anything!

If we look at that saga and the years of learning, hardship, the envy that one could feel – ‘I want to live in America! Everything’s fine in America’ just like in the West Side Story – turns into empathy, because it was so damn hard, that I am thinking I would have never been able to come anywhere close to that effort…

In fact, I have tried to get my own ticket to the Land of the Free (and the Orange Idiot today), through the company I have worked with in 1996, at the time of the Olympics and some years before that, AT&T, but I just asked a few people and when the answer was no, I said fine…

True, now that the bible belt, Deep South, many tens of millions of cretins have voted with a clown and a crook, the United States do not seem all that attractive anymore, although Madi lives in a blue state, Alhamdulillah, and she is not a supporter, on the contrary, she is also upset by the leader they have…

On that level, this country here is many times better, although considerably poorer and decades behind America in so many ways, we have a president, Johannis that is worth more than 100 trumps…

This was not exactly the gratitude letter intended in the opening, but that is how this brain tends to work – or to quote the spouse, the way it malfunctions permanently – and digressing from one to the other, trump has to be touched in passing at least, because he seems to be the most abhorrent mystery of the age – how is it possible for the Modern World to have such a creature in charge…

Happy birthday Madi and I hope you survive another four years, if the fans of the buffoon reelect him next year…

National Day

National Day

We are celebrating our National Day today- hooray! – and people do seem to enjoy it, although we have had a rather gloomy, unfriendly weather, with some snowflakes, few and without effect on the ground, and I was quite pleased with my decision to take the bike and brave it out anyway, against the indications that suggested this is a day to use the subway – last night, as I switched channels, they were postponing a soccer game because the field was so bad, covered with water from the rain, that the ball would not travel in the grass…or water.

The ten kilometers from home to the health club have been enjoyable nevertheless, and the flakes, rare as they were, added to the atmosphere and the pleasure of cycling with very little traffic, albeit, even when there are just a few drivers, they can be obnoxious or outright dangerous, when they come within millimeters from the cyclist, just because this is their idea of fun, they do not care, sometimes they are just incompetent and in some cases, as the other day, they do not see the bikes, claim not to anyway and it could well be, because they feel mighty powerful in their steel shells and look out for dangers to themselves and ignore whatever is not threatening, like a man or rarely a woman on top of two wheels…

Some are even ferocious in their approach, such as the one who was using the horn a couple of hours ago, because he felt like the road belongs to him and cars in general – this is a feeling which is widely shared among motorists – what the fuck do these bikers want on our streets, how dare they? – which is not accompanied by some humility, modesty or sense of inappropriateness when they park their goddamn vehicles on the sidewalks and leave no room for pedestrians or us, cyclists to pass…I mean, if we can’t use the alternative, we must then chance it on the roads, right?

I was arguing with an old lady at the health club, when she was all upset and against cyclists – and she is right in saying that many act like madmen and I often see them coming on the wrong side, when using the few (maybe fifteen in all) kilometers of lanes for bikes –and telling her that we cannot use many areas that rightfully belong to the rest of the population, because drivers just abandon their cars anywhere, with the argument that there are so few legal places for their vehicles, which would lose traction with time, for the tendency is to eliminate many of them anyway and let people walk, use public transport, electric scooters and other means for the centers of towns initially and then for the whole cities in the future…