O.K. As I've stated many times, I don't care about the fantasy lives of the Epstein obsessed. Epstein's dead and his girlfriend is in prison, but the desire for more, the lust to see the reported videos and photographs, the mania to know about the client list--but wait! I just got interested. Trump has done it again! I'm back in Trump World.
"Obama did it! The Biden Crime Family! They put my name in the files!"
Then he fires Comey's daughter who is one of the few people to ever see those files. The Brohemes are going to have to make some tough choices.
"Who do you want to live with. . . mommy or daddy?"
Some are already coming back to the pride. Others are holding out. . . barely. It is a brilliant Trumpian move, I think. Most of those silly fuckers are going to believe anything.
For me, the tell is that they, by and large, misuse the word "pedophile."
My conservative friend loves to repeat the meme, "Lolita Express." He, of course, has never read the book. Nor has he read any Nabokov at all.
Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.
"What sort of filthy animal would write such a book?"
"A professor at Cornell University. He was also a lepidopterist."
"I'll bet he was!"
Old Humbert Humbert goes from being a pedophile to something criminal. It doesn't turn out well for anyone. It is, by any account, an excruciatingly sad cautionary tale.
Wonderfully written.
You would read it with the same glee as you would "Crime and Punishment" which is, in many ways, more pleasant. Redemption in each novel comes through confession. . . if redemption it can be called. They are, by and large, each in their own way, a merging of the Old and New Testaments.
Which is why people watch those religious shows on t.v., I imagine. I've been fascinated myself. Some old musician comes on and recounts the devilish life he lived in his youth--the sex, the drugs, the deceit--to a captivated crowd. This goes on for a long while. And then, the denouement.
"In my darkest hour, when I was on the verge of ending it all--I discovered Jesus!"
"Hallelujah!"
And the band begins to play!
Old vices, old remedies. "But for the grace of God. . . ."
I'm pretty sure that if there is any cooking of the books, Trump's people will be putting Obama in those Epstein files. Both of them. You know Michelle is a man, right?
There is some weird shit going on, though. This one baffles me (link).
Remember when Trump bombed Iran? No? Yea. . . that was along time ago in Trump time.
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Well. . . that was fun. Nothing else is. My mother is still in the hospital. I am sick. The carpenter is here with a $25/hr helper because he doesn't want to be around me in case I have "The Covid." Who knows?
"Everything is Covid now."
I have to meet the man from the plumbing company here at one so he can see where the new $4,000 (installation included) tankless water heater goes. It's the best one, of course.
I will call my mother in a moment to see if there is any talk of discharging her today. There should be, I imagine. Then I have a whole new set of challenges to face.
I was going to take pictures, wasn't I? I was going to buy a printer, I think. When was that? I want to get back to my fey imaginary life again. Reality is breaking my bones.
I have no idea what they are doing outside. I know they have ripped out the rotten part of the fence between my house and the neighbor's. I think they have removed the hot water heater, too. I won't have hot water in the kitchen for a long while now, but I have another that services the master bath.
I'd better stick my head out and see what's up. It is bound to be bad if history is to be trusted.
"Don't worry, honey. It will be alright. One day soon, that old sun is gonna shine again and you will be glittering like gold. You know I love you. It's going to be alright."
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