Mr Verntoni,
I always doubted your adopted French ancestry, and from your correct name, as revealed to T/S Selwyn, I have to admit it sounds kinda Italian. No surprise to me since many of the folks in the Alpine regions often found themselves on the wrong side of the border, while gathering firewood during a snowstorm. You feel me, Mon Amie? Paisan.
So was that Dangerous Don, that notorious Orange Bull, being marched through the streets of the Depradine by one Buddeh, on their way to the slaughter house, after wrecking a Chinese shop/ Restaurant on the L'anse. I empathise with you, for that cloud of doom and gloom, which is envelopping your leader and mentor, President Chump.And I hope you think long and hard before casting your vote next time. If there is a nest time.
It takes a certain mentality,or more correctly a lack of mental capacity, for a grown man to believe that in 2017, during the Digital age, that one would expect Western Civilization, to be lead by the nose by the basket of deplorables, who are devoid of decorum, education,and a duty to preserve world peace and order, over their mining and manufacturing jobs.
We have all heard of throwing the baby out with the bath water, but until now, I have yet to encounter anyone willing to flush the future of mankind,down the toilet, for a few dollars more.My view from Downstreet, is that it "should" get worse before it gets better. Let them feel the burn, as I did when as a child, I placed my hand on the coal pot, after repeated warnings not to do so by my Grandmudda. When I was finished bawling, a lifelong message was branded on my brain "nevah do dat again!".
Your post brings back to memory our brief experience in the French Quarters back in the sixties with "The Running of(from, in our case )The Bull. I recalled one had excaped from the slaughtering hands of Mr. Lio, or it could have been Mr.Cave or probably Buddeh from the Market or Ole Stall Abattois.
Immagine if you will, the scene over Ponce De L'anse when word had preceded the pending arrival of that bull and upon seeing it crossing over, the pandemonium among the people. In retrospect, who knows! it could have been one of yours "Southern Strategy" which could have included more diabolic acts against us again. ....Lol
But to correlate this with this specie we have up here, the only similarity would be to run like hell away from it. And despite facing those European Bull Handlers like Angela and Theresa, that Bull continues to see red in a Pasture of Chinese green grass..... blame it on the fertlilzer if you must. In our case, the line you see at the Abattois are those who choose to await his arrival, hoping to get their choice cuts of meat. Others are there to smell....ah mean hear!....the sound of the odiferous flatulence; the Methane that usually precedes the bull's fermented diet coming from "its business end" just before the coup de gra'ce. To them, it makes no difference as it is all regarded as "green", the preferred color of the day, despite its Russian origin.
So yestetday, we saw the coming together for the first time,The Matadors at the House. They had cornered the Bull and had it in a position where it can choose to gore or defecate on the Floor. It did the latter, then retreated, reminding everyone that it was lacking the biological attributes for sustained virility and may indeed be just a Heifer.
In other words, the "Trump card" he was holding turned put to be just a "spayed" and his performance in the House yesterday had to be spaded, leaving the stench behind.
