Here’s a great and meaningful story this week that’s not about that big, bloated news hog.
Four children were rescued in Colombia’s Amazon jungle, surviving alone for 40 DAYS after their plane crashed last month.
That crash killed all three adults onboard, including their mother.
But the kids – aged 13, 9. 4 and 1 – lived due to the knowledge and skill they acquire at a young age as members of the Huitoto Indigenous tribe.
What this means is that they are taught almost from birth about the environment and life they are born into.
That includes:
– Navigating the terrain of their natural habitat.
– Learning basic survival skills in the forest, including how to resist predators and being handy enough with a knife to wield against the 80 varieties of snakes, many of the poisonous, that slither every day all around them.
As well as —
– Leadership qualities, handed down by their elders, that will enable them to save, protect and most of all inspire the youngest of their citizenry.
Wouldn’t it be great if we could offer some, or even any, of the same here?
I’ve been hearing about the Twisted Moron of Mar-A-Lago since I was a teenager in Queens. Only then he was known as the Obnoxious, Off-Putting Oaf of New York, a live action comic book version of everything people born and bred in the Big Apple DIDN’T want to be.
As Fran Leibowitz once so aptly quipped:
(He’s)… a poor person’s idea of a rich person.
They see him. They think, ‘If I were rich, I’d have a fabulous tie like that. Why are my ties not made of 400 acres of polyester?’ All that stuff he shows you in his house- the gold faucets – if you won the lottery, that’s what you’d buy.”
Well, this week we got a look at one of the gold faucets thanks to a 49 page historic indictment that charges the Gold Gilded Goblin with conspiracy and obstruction of justice; willful retention of national defense information (including top secret nuclear and military strategies); concealing documents in a federal investigation; and giving false statements and representations, among other things.
Together, the charges carry maximum penalties of many dozens of years in prison.
Not even the Decapitated Colonel of Coarseness and Corruption could carry on if convicted at the age of 76 – or 77 – or 78 – depending on when a verdict is rendered and his many appeals are exhausted.
Not that it will get to that point, which, at this point, is not really the point at all.
Yet it is the reason why the bubbling bile is boiling over all of us at such a furious pace these last few days. The Comb Over King of Contempt is freaked out and striking back everywhere.
Ostensibly it’s on behalf of the hunting down of all of his fellow Witches. But we present and former New Yorkers (Note: And those of you who follow us) know all the bloviating is really his personal three-card-monte manipulation for his own personal freedom so he can continue to do and fleece and be exactly anything he wants the way he always has.
If crashing the plane of American democracy is the seeming cost, well that’s a lie.
It’s a simple, and digestible and absolutely true on-brand message, right?
No person has EVER been so persecuted as a man born into a billion dollar family who never paid a bill he didn’t like and has the receipts from all three of his own bankruptcies to prove it.
Up is down and down is up as Lewis Carroll once so poetically taught us in Alice In Wonderland.
A lovely and creative thought but at this point knife skills might have been better.
No, not literally. Figuratively.
As dictated by the terrain that has perhaps been permanently poisoned by the Noxious Know Nothing Neanderthal of Neener Neener Land (Note: The latter being Rachel Maddow’s acerbic technical term for the petty revenge that seems to continuously drive said Neanderthal).
Though perhaps the toxicity is not irreversible.
READ the very, very readable indictment provided by Jack Smith (Note: Not to be confused with the great NYC avant-garde artist) and decide for yourself.
It’s got pictures and everything.
Including a golden faucet.
“In A World of My Own” – Alice in Wonderland
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