Day off tomorrow: Just to warn you that I am on an 'away day' to morrow, back on Tuesday. Apart from seeing various old friends I will aslo be attending my theater group's Christmas Party and without my presence, Darlings, it would be simply dire!
Kim Jong-Thug: Murderous little sod, ain't he? Mind you, you have to admire the way he has cocked a snook at the Chinese. Dear old uncle Jang was 'their man' in Pyongyang and yet inside 48 hours he was arrested publicly, dragged in front of a 'court' (do stop that sniggering!) and then shot dead with a "machine-gun" which seems a tad excessive but then perhaps North Korean marksmanship is not too great these days. Now, of course, there is only one question, how will the Chinese re-act to this 'loss of face', or perhaps, 'slap in the face' might be a better description. Worth watching, er, from round this side of the globe, anyway!
Never judge a man by who attends his funeral: Poor old Mandela, what a collection of murderers, crooks, frauds, gangsters and phonies turned up at his funeral to turn it into the non-event of the decade if not the century. Did it reach rock bottom when this man attended:
Or did this ripe, old pair of 'ghastlies' ruin the show:
Needless to say, Mark Steyn at National Review, following the delicious travesty of the non-signing signer, Mr Janjie,sums up that famous double-act, Obama & Jantjie (or should that be Jantjie & Obama - dunno! - their agents are still squabbling over it - but heh! - that's show business) better than anyone:
But how heartening, as one watches the viral video of Obama droning on while a
mere foot and a half away Mr. Jantjie rubs his belly and tickles his ear, to
think that the White House’s usual money-no-object security operation went to
the trouble of flying in Air Force One, plus the “decoy” Air Force One, plus
support aircraft, plus the 120-vehicle motorcade or whatever it’s up to by now,
plus a bazillion Secret Service agents with reflector shades and telephone wire
dangling from their ears, to shepherd POTUS into the secured venue and then
stand him onstage next to an $85-a-day violent schizophrenic. In the movie
version—In the 'Sign of Fire'—grizzled maverick Clint Eastwood will be the
only guy to figure it out at the last minute and hurl himself at John Malkovich,
as they roll into the orchestra pit with Malkovich furiously signing “Ow!” and
“Eek!” But in real life I expect they’ll just double the motorcade to 240
vehicles and order up even more expensive reflector shades.
More rumbles later . . .
