Your Goose is cooked, Mr Goose!

I feel I need to write again.  Right now I am not only unsure what specifically to write but how to write it.  There is an irksome deep feeling in my soul that will not relent and let me be.  A stirring that should be felt by all of the world.  Like the urge to go to the toilet.  At about 8:45am most days isn't it?  

TRUST.  Now there's a word.  An exceptionally important word.  Have you ever thought about it yourself.  Really, how many people are there out there who you would truly entrust your secrets to, your finances, your life!  Me, I recon about as many as I can count on the fingers of one hand which ain't a lot going by the number of people I know.  Without harking on about every one of them and why, let's take for example those to whom we entrust our health.  

I've said recently to many folk that I'm thinking of getting a room at the York District Hospital because of the number of times that I've been there lately.  Not only with my eyes but also to take, visit and bring back family, neighbours and friends who have been in dire need of its services.  From those within who I hold probably at the very top of my trust tree.  

I for one let a total stranger - an Italianesque lady - look deep into both my eyeballs in a way I never imagined a lady ever would.  But to trust her to do the surgery to save the sight in my right eye and then bring both back into balance with minor surgery to the left is probably the most I've ever trusted anyone in my 62 years on this planet.  

Yes, of all the words that I know and that includes some massive ones such as love and empathy and good and tolerance and respect and reliable just to take a small selection from a very small selection of word apples in an apple tree then TRUST is the most important of them there fruits set highest on the strongest branch.

Where did it all go wrong?  Well, in Genesis 3, a serpent, but not one that rides a bike, tempted a woman.  And we all know what happened as a result of that little faux-pas don't we?

But which apple did she pick?  It must've been 3 of them; following the 'any- three-words' method of determining your location to a 10 meter square patch of grass on this earth.  Oh this one has an ‘A’ on it she says and tries again.  Ooh this one says ‘SHIT’!  Ooohhh.  Ahhh, this is a nice one - ‘SHOW’.  Yes she picked 'A-SHIT-SHOW' which funnily enough translates to a place somewhere on the border between Israel and the Gaza strip.

It also triangulates, according to 'X', to a desk in the middle of the Oval Office in the White House in Washington, DC.  Where a particularly grotesque individual sits and washes his shit stained laundromat of a brain in front of a global audience.  

Now I've seen this shit before.  Yeah.  The number of times I've turned the TV on and been hit in the face with World Wrestling Entertainment (WWE) or The Apprentice or Big Brother or I'm a Celebrity blah blah blah...  and promptly turned the fecker off.  It's only entertaining to folk who find pleasure in watching human beings hurting other human beings.  Plots worked out by advertising executives to get the biggest audience so that you might just buy their sugary shit encrusted shit coloured breakfast cereal for their profit.  

And then it happened.  In the Oval Office.  The Stop the Pigeon piddo flies in to Oval Office and midway through is entrapped with anti aircraft bird fodder from the bird brains in the room, blindsided and hit over the head with a folding chair by the USA's shit show's dynamic-duo tag team.  Oooh you could feel the BOOO's roar across the World!  Folk out of their seats at home shaking their fists at their smellyvisions, snotting and farting as Dick Dastardly and Muttley offload onto everyones democracy and the rule of law champion.  Couldn't you just hear his dastardly cackle break through the uproar!  Here's Trump and his sidekick Vance in their rocket powered Tesla doing their diabolical best to make a pigs ear out of everything they touch.

It's WWE made real isn't it [1]?  Trump is a 'master' of reality TV isn't he?  Do you think that Volodymir is in on the act?  Like so many who are now in the American cabinet, he's another star of Ukranian television perhaps playing along knowing that the Russians will be watching with teeth sunk deep into their Ushankas thinking this is too good to be true!  Only to then be smashed in the chops in the next enthralling round which in all its fantastical showmanship is designed to catch the Russian's off guard whilst they are sat on the toilet?  Nah, there's not a fecking chance that there is an ounce of intelligence in this particular shit show.  Nah, it's a grotesque free running snuff video which is going to end with a dead global economy and a dead Ukraine with a dead Trump prolapsed across the smashed remains of the world.

But I also reflect where, if not in reality TV,  have I seen this type of behaviour before? 

It's the Mafia isn't it.  

We start with an insignificant little boy who was robbed of all of his humanity by his father, Fred.  A monster who's parental upbringing left in New York a deeply scarred, greedy, hateful, hostile, jealous, lustful turd of a narcissistic, misogynistic, sociopathic little boy.  An UNTRUSTWORTHY ball of hate who only knows how to extort or blackmail folk to get what he wants.  A lying sewer cock grifter running a global protection racket.  

Surely that's bad enough isn't it?  Nah, we're just getting started.  Add in to this shit pie mix a trio of dog whistlers (that'll be Poo-Tin, JD Vance (aka the Toilet) and Elon Musk (aka the Sewer-pipe)) sat in a circle in a darkened room blowing their dog whistles hard until red in their faces to see who can get the attention of the Trumpian ShiTsu lap dog spotlighted in the middle of the floor.  Watch that 78 year old dog spin, baby!

Sorry, I have three and a bit more things I need to reflect on.  

Firstly, I like America.  I like it a lot.  I've been to many parts of it.  From the beautiful Blue Ridge Mountains in the east to the Grand Canyon and San Francisco in the west.  From Niagara Falls in the north to Cape Canaveral / Kennedy / Disneyland in the south.  It's an expansive country full of beauty and awe.  I've even toyed with the idea of cycling the 4000 miles coast to coast before I'm done.  But, sadly, it is spoilt by the Americans.  

Now don't get me wrong.  Not every American is a bad un.  Many are lovely christian folk; nonetheless folk who still feel the need to carry guns which in itself tells you about the Mr Hyde half of the country.  Valueless MAGA types all mouth and no brains who whoop and holler into and out of even the swankiest of locations.  As I found in a hotel reception on the east coast some 20 years ago. A trio of young males bursting out the doors as I entered leaving the poor lass at the back of the counter, who I expected to be shell shocked because of the Yah-hoos and Yee-has! slung at her as though she was a piece of meat.  I approached the counter.  Her steely grey eyes locked with mine.  She could see I was mildly shocked but as calm as anything she just quietly said - rednecks.  Yeah that sums them up.

Secondly, was it not Thomas Jefferson who said 'The government you elect is the government you deserve?'  True.  Now you know I've evicerated a lot in the past about the clown politicians here in the UK and the incompetent embarrassment that was Liz Truss.  But at least in our politics we have mechanisms to save the country from disaster.  And we did.  However.  WELL DONE AMERICA!  You have been!  You've got the shit encrusted version for the next 4 years!  

And finally.  This is my sobering thought.  

In America back in the 1790s or so the founding fathers introduced a number of amendments into their newly drafted Constitution.  A document enshrined in law to break away from Monarchies and build a brand new republic upon this world. Where everyone is created equal. 

The 2nd Amendment says this:

A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.

Wikipedia says:

A foundation of American political thought during the Revolutionary period was concern about political corruption and governmental tyranny.  Even the federalists, fending off their opponents who accused them of creating an oppressive regime, were careful to acknowledge the risks of tyranny. Against that backdrop, the framers saw the personal right to bear arms as a potential check against tyranny. 

Trump is tyrannical.  He is an Autocrat who wants to be a King.  I am watching closely because of the trade war with Canada (the 51st state apparently) amongst others and just what might happen when Trumpy Baby finally throws his Roosevelt out of his pram.  And what the US Military will do, if so ordered.  Because they declared an oath to the Constitution - not to a King.

OK to close.  Why the goose bit in the title?  Perhaps another metaphor?  

Well, there I was last week out on my bike passing a farm gate on a back lane in the middle of nowhere.  Out of the corner of my good eye I saw something big and white suddenly jump in the farm yard.  I stopped and all I could hear was a hissing and a flapping.  I approached the locked gate and saw a huge goose in the middle of the yard which had somehow got its neck through the rungs of a now fallen ladder.  Its head and neck and one wing under the top 2 rungs with its body sat on the ladder thus pinning itself to the ground.  Yep I've done that to myself too in the past.  Saved by the fact that there was a gap between the rung and the concrete yard.  But abso-bloody-lutely stuck.  Not a snowball in hells chance that it would ever free itself.

I shout loudly for attention but no reply.  So I crawl over the gate being careful not to rip my unused wedding tackle off on the sharp edges, grab the end of the ladder and gently lift.  With a hiss and a honk or ten it managed to untangle itself and strode off down the yard with its chest out and its head back making an unholy racket.  Man, was that one pissed off bird.  All it needed was a blonde wig and a red tie and the cooked goose metaphor would have been perfect.

Nonetheless, back to this world which is getting silly / dangerous / mad.  

I daren't watch TV anymore.

I TRUST you will keep safe.

Ciao for now.

[1]. Well would you believe when finishing this draft entry I find on Poo Tube exactly the same metaphor, this time expressed by The Daily Show.  An American comedy news channel.  Jon explains it better than I ever could.