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but the biggest twat of all time is …                                                                                                 

introducing the duck of death…Il Trumpolini!!

Donald Trump :: DUX

loved by fascists, accountants, and lawyers the world over.

“There comes a time in a man’s life when to get where he has to go–if there are no doors or windows–he walks through a wall.”

Bernard Malamud

“A man’s duty is to find out where the truth is, or if he cannot, at least to take the best possible human doctrine and the hardest to disprove, and to ride on this like a raft over the waters of life.”

“Every human being is born pure before he starts life. The colour you will take is up to you in your life way. You can either go on with blue as you started or become a rainbow. Blue is the colour of purity and beginning… On the contrary to red, it is also the colour of heart at the same time. Your breath streams to live. You rise while you disperse around. As you wish…
And the hell is below all the time. It always pursues you; it’s always at some part of your mind. You just wish to touch it but you take your hand back. But what if the hell is justice? You’ll never be sure about that.”

Şevki Orhan

“This kind of life like everybody else’s kind of life: it’s killing us.”

Charles Bukowski

Another year passes away!

Had a fantastic wind-swept, seaside Xmas!

Looking forward to meeting up with some old-new friends in the new Year too!

Enjoyed last night’s telly.  M&W always the highlight of festive nostalgia.

Motto for the new year is:

“Ignore ignorance.”

trumpery old use noun (pl. trumperies) things that are superficially  attractive or appealing but have little real worth.

A son or daughter of Hitler, if endowed with the campaign funds of a trump, could have stolen that election.  The opposition was, in fact, so tainted by its own incompetence and corruption, that even the massive positive of its being headed by a woman, couldn’t save its campaign.

I sat having breakfast, accompanied by lighthearted banter with two fine, black gentlemen seated near to my table.  The look of incredulity on their faces whilst listening to the trump acceptance speech must have matched my own.  The fake-tanned fraud pontificated on about rebuilding unity , making America great again* whilst pretending to empathise with working class america who had, let’s face it, put him in this position.

This, from a misogynistic racist and a sexual predator, who had never worked a day in his privileged, coiffured life , and had never had, or will ever have, an ounce of class.

* This election is the nadir of America’s once much vaunted power.

“The wonderful things in life are the things you do, not the things you have”

“I didn’t go up there to die.  I went up there to live.”

“I do this for myself because I am my own fatherland and my handkerchief is my flag”

Can’t say fairer than that…

…or  “בשוק סמייא צווחין לעווירא סגי נהור.”

in the land of the blind the one-eyed man is king or, in older Hebrew, “in the street of the blind, the one-eyed man is called the Guiding Light.”

I’d hope that in some future extremis, we (that is, my family), would choose the side of humanity, of the guiding light…

I’m not saying, by the way, that this man did not have his faults (who doesn’t?).  Rather, he made the very courageous and right decision in a time of terror and extremis.  I don’t believe in his religion, or his aristocratic values, much in the same way that I don’t believe in Bonhoeffer’s religion, but I would fight for their rights to those beliefs and their rights to practise freedom of religion and tolerance, in a way that, for example, some other monotheistic religions would not allow.

At the moment of realisation, and of no going back, he like, Hermann Henning, Karl Robert von Tresckow, Hans Paul Oster et al stood up for others and became guiding lights for humanity versus radical evil.

There is a passage in Jonathan Littell’s The Kindly Ones, where the central character Dr. Max Aue and his friend Dr. Voss have an argument about the scientific veracity of Nazi racial theory and anthropology and that in Voss’ view “trying to define a people by anything other than by their language, their religion, their customs, their habitat, their economic usages, or their own sense of identity would make no sense. ”

I like to look for signs in literature and other media, that rationality and humanity can exist amongst the chaos of barbarism and ignorance, amidst the destruction of a period of radical evil.

I turn to the fictional Voss again.

“,…when you hear so many stupid and inept things around you, it becomes difficult at a certain point to keep quiet.”*

* Jonathan Littell, The Kindly Ones, (Vintage, London, 2010) pp 300-303