After last night's Rethuglican slugfest. My takeaways:
Trump does not have as much game as he thinks he does, and needs to put Super Tuesday away quickly. Time is not on his side. That said, he is right about Rubio and Cruz, they have never led anyone or hired anyone. ( Besides hacks like them).
Both Cruz and Rubio are entitled, arrogant pricks. Rubio will make the GOP more inclusive? I don't think so-especially when the consequences of his tax and economic policies come home to roost. And stop talking about Reagan you worthless piece of shit. You don't know the first thing about the real Ronald Reagan. Chupar una polla culo.
It is a shame Kasich's record is at odds with his rhetoric. He is the only one who looked sane on the stage.His answer on why business is business and vendors don't get to make value judgments on their customers is one I very much agreed with. But then you remember he just defunded planned parenthood. Since he is from Pittsburgh this makes him a:
The bible has a word for men like these: Pharisee.
Evangelicals are constantly bellowing about America's moral decay. They could stand to take a look in the mirror
And then there is poor Dr. Carson.
Every time I think the GOP of 2016 has hit rock bottom, someone takes out a pick ax and digs a new sub-basement. Only one thing to do, and that is drink! Forget beer we need to move straight to the hard stuff:
This is my first post in the month of May. Not for lack of desire-but for lack of time. I have spent most of this month on the road, first spending several weeks in the land of Eretz Yisrael and then a long promised trip to take the S.O. to see Slovenia. Slovenia, by the way is wonderful and worth the time to go. Lake Bled is simply charming and Ljubljana really surprised me. In the next couple of days I will post some pictures of that little jaunt as well as some shots from an afternoon spent roaming around Jerusalem. Suffice it to say it will be good to get back to the old homestead and working at my desk again. My business trips are always busy and something has to fall away.
Hope every one had a nice Memorial Day or Pentecost holiday. The summer has officially started. That means its time for lots of this:
I watched USA get into the knockout round by the skin of its teeth. Losing a match to Germany that Germany controlled pretty much from the start. Living here in Germany, it was kind of like being a Red Sox fan with seats on the first base line at Yankee Stadium, suffice it to say the Germans are not going for the USA! USA! chants.
Noo came right up to Bruce and put her arms around his neck and looked up. A very sad, what-have-I-done face, a look somewhere between feigned apology and feigned pity, a look that said I thought you were one of the ones who wouldn't fall in love, who only pretend to believe when I pretended to like you, but I was wrong (Beware The Ro3!), and she asked him to buy her a rum shooter. Pathetically, he nodded and indicated he would also have a beer he didn't want or need, and, here’s the kicker, he said again, I just came back to say goodbye.
I'm going back to Hong Kong tomorrow, he said and she looked even sadder as she saw 3000Baht slipping away with more plastic surgery and her boyfriend's motorbike repairs held off in the distance still, and she pouted her lower lip. Which must have done something inside her mouth because she slowly unwound her hands from his neck to tighten the stud in her tongue and she smiled, against the flow of Little Miss All-Forlorn, as she did this. But his confused mind was made up, probably, and he would leave now, now that all his dignity was shredded and burnt in offerings at the bar’s small shrine. He took his beer, drank most of the bitter razor-blades quickly, called for the check-bin, paid, then placed a 100baht note tenderly into her bra, making sure it was right against the nipple (he wondered later if those firm breasts were genuine, or part of a job-lot with the silicone nose-bridge she was so proud of), and he kissed her cheek again (it struck him that she hadn’t kissed him properly – only pecks – on the lips in all their time together) and somehow, not through courage, not through reason, almost accidentally, he managed to leave.
Sigh. Flea Markets. FML!
And now for the real purpose of this post-beer and babes! It is Friday you know.
Middle of the road kind of guy. Love living in Asia and will be back there as soon as I can. I lived 8 and a half grand and glorious years in Asia traveling from one end to the other and generally having a really good time. Despite my best efforts to stay, I was "Quantum Leaped" to a 3 and 1/2 year exile in the USA to pay for my sins - suffering through the lunacy that is life in the American South. I am now back overseas, living the expat life again, working my way around the world- taking the long way home to Asia via the path of living in Germany. Like Dr. Samuel Beckett, I am hoping my next leap will be the leap that brings me home to Asia. Always on the lookout for my next ex-wife.