Plugs & Stripes (Dec22)

Scottie in SOCAL was continuing with his missives on the political scene over there, the early run to the Democrat nomination that was already underway. Democratic Spectacular under the big top: late show rumbles, debates, press releases, endorsements and dis-. Positions and votes on past issues, controversies whatnot—going to war in Iraq, abortion, bussing in years past; taxes, health & education. The old fakers in particular were getting Scottie’s goat, riling the man bad. None was worse than the dud Joe attempting to cobble together a persona for current purposes. Let’s twist again, like we did las summer. Turning it one way and another, ducking & swaying. One of the shows had Kamala—daughter of an old Marxist—winning plaudits over lame, jabbering Joe. Trouble was the gal herself was nothing more than put-on and puff, with a shameful legislative track-record that besmirched the ghost of her honourable dad. The villains on the Right were jumping aboard sensing a perfect straw-man who could be torched in no time once Donnie started in on her. The clips were torture even briefly, featuring shiny chunder-inducing TV types behind desks, pundits and insiders blabbing/flubbing. Hard, super dooper hard to take. Woe unto us all. The suits, ties, hair. Lashes, face paint & nails. Bangles. Rings and necklaces. The getup alone told the story, Scottie. Forget the gas. Grotesque. Gruesome. Shits ya to tears bad. Scott began to understand. The costuming. Presentation. Lighting. Pace & volume. Top speed race to the bottom. The much touted Demos, greatest of man’s social inventions. That Biden had recently got “plugs” for his scone failed to surprise, but the Whitestrips was a further notch above. Now that was something new; unknown earlier. Proper dental upkeep for the stars no longer needed regular visits to the chair. CREST Whitestrips in the cabinet at home gave radiant gleam that was perfect for the big screen. Quick n’ easy to apply; any blotches faded within the hour. Trumpet himself was the standout of course—Orange Man. But it was bigger than Trumpet the strumpet. Here in the region stories of Rosmah’s botched surgeries were legion. More than one Minister in the Singaporean squadron, most notably the lady for the Environment & Water Management whatnot, saving the planet one dyed highlight at a time. Add skin care, lashes & threaded brows. Not that all the horrors visited the make-up department for special attention—Duterte, Bolsonaro, Orban & Vlad of course. Xi and Jokowi were models of everyman (though both dyed), with wives to match. Barack might have owned only the single tuxe the whole of his two terms, but the love of his life and his girls made up for that. In conclusion, you had to hope against hope for Bern! The raw, unvarnished oldie might help turn that god awful tide.

 

 

                                                                                                            Singapore, July 2019