Anyway, here's the cake I made.
Tuesday, July 17, 2018
I struggle to concentrate on my daily routine when the so-called leader of my nation is blithely burbling treason. I muck around with my little garden projects; I frost a cake; I make a pot of coffee for friends. But the man is a terrifying, fawning, narcissistic idiot. It's hard to avoid comparisons to Mussolini.
Anyway, here's the cake I made.
Anyway, here's the cake I made.
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"When we are born, we cry that we are come / To this great stage of fools." - from King Lear
First, I want to say omg that is a beautiful cake. =)
Then, I can't ignore the resonances between Putin handing over a soccer ball to the leader of a nation that was not even in the World Cup and the beginning of Henry V (thanks, David, for the Shakespeare segue) when the French ambassador presents the king with a box of tennis balls. It's an insult--Henry rose to the occasion, but our "fearless leader" tossed it to his wife, to give to his son. I am certain he didn't even see the insult.
I just can't...
Have we reached a moment of true Shakespearean disintegration? I guess this is what happens when a nation allows a rude mechanical to become its leader.
Blocks, stones, worse than senseless things...
YUP.
At least Shakespeare assures us that when the chaos is over and the body count is tallied, there are a few sane people left to pick up the pieces.
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