In the course of my meanderings around the web-o-sphere this rainy weekend, as I successfully avoided any-and-all coverage of the royal wedding, I came across a piece from Vanity Fair. I don’t think of the magazine, given its title, as a source of anything authoritative, although others seem to think it might offer insight into current culture and fashion. I was perplexed as to why this article was even published until a little research showed it fit into the 24/7/365 Trump derangement syndrome of its author, made obvious by the title, “Bill Gates: Trump is even dumber than you thought,” categorized under the webzine’s business section, with the very professional subsection/pre-title of “Dear God.” Bear with me…
Trump
I read the news today, oh boy… #1
A day in the life: Observations on the destruction of America.
It’s too easy to discuss the reprehensible rioting, looting, and destruction being (allowed to be) done by the impudent, illiberal and criminal left. That will wait for another day. So moving on…let’s take a look at what’s happening in the realm of political social engineering under the guise of enlightened progressive thought and political action1:
While the left continues to go into hyper-idiocy over Trump’s immigration hold order, Trump quietly made a politically expedient statement that he will keep in force Obama’s executive order on LGBT Workplace Discrimination, signed with religious fanfare on July 21, 2014 (can I hear an “Amen!”). On its face the order seems innocuous enough, as does Trump’s statement. But…
Reality bites-updated
This site was not up and running last year as planned, but if it had been, the present presidential sweepstakes would have been handicapped at that time. There would have been a clear prognostication that the reality distortion field bubble around Trump’s poll numbers would burst once phone polling was replaced by actual polling and the vetting process became real and consequential. I would have stated he had a snowball’s chance in hell, and that I had at least equal odds of winning it all…still do.
The state of British theatre: Alive and well in Parliament, the Theatre of State
[with emendations]
Yesterday in Great Britain there was a three hour production that had elements of an open-mic comedy club and a celebrity roast, but by all accounts, was riveting theatre. The production was not performed at the Royal National Theatre or Covent Garden, but rather “off Broadway”
in a lesser stage down the lobby from the main hall at the House of Commons, Westminster Abbey, London, aka: the British Parliament, starring the Petition Committee. It was on par with any of the British import shows on the tele here in the colonies, made more remarkable due to the over-extended device of sustained tragi-comic soliloquarian*™ monologues of Hamletonian*™ depth and consequence. The subject: Should Donald Trump be allowed to be, or not to be, banned from Britain. That was the question.