Friday 21 June 2019

Rubber Ducks and Dax* and the final solution

*the German FTSE



Europhobia


The two biggest ducks

Swim out of the reeds 

 They'll choose the new leader


The German duck is a born leader and it's her right to say who will be in charge of the pond. 

The French duck has a vision. Not many are sure what it is though. 

But there are more than two or three ducks in this misty pond, there are 27 or 28 of you, you say. 

Quack, quack, the big ducks answer. Almost in unison. And smile their best duck smiles.  
   
The little ducks sigh and say crumbs. Or do they? 

We shall see. 

And the winner is Germany's Queen Ursula! 

The other ducks will doubtless rubber stamp it. 

In the end it's probably a good choice. 

France's Queen Christine gets the EZB - the keys to the bank. 

The Paris-Berlin axis. One way or another things will go on as they must. 

 That's pond life.


 



Tuesday 18 June 2019

The quietness of closing things



visited
old friends
today

and found them
to exist
no more

old kafka winston world 
for one
no longer

to be found at home



having violated 
an overbearing 
algorithm's 
newly
 drawn up 
rules 



Tuesday 11 June 2019

THE TORY TOP TEN AND OTHER MORSELS






THE  TORY TOP TEN

In London

There are TEN candidates

Vying for the vacancy

The job

At number TEN.


They could all do it.

They could

take it in turns.

TEN days a week.

Each after each.


           Half of them are ex-drug addicts.

And the other half are still at it.

Fings may only get worse

Before they get better.



WOT, NO MORE CARTOONS?

According to my Breitbart News link  the International New York Times is to STOP PUBLISHING POLITICAL CARTOONS because they offend too many people. Especially religious groups.

But don't worry.  Who needs political cartoons when the real thing is already insanely hilarious?


I'd suggest the NYT publish a political cartoon of their own cartoon-less political paper.


Zen's ass shall consider the demise of Macron's tree in the White House garden.

Diseased and uprooted.

Oui?


I'M NOT A NEW YORK TIMES CARTOON (c)