GOBLESS HEATHEN!

After reading everything that went wrong this past weekend there are a number of places where I'm glad I wasn't. Washington DC, huge parts of the centre and eastern areas, the Presidio and anywhere near the Golden Gate Bridge during fireworks hours, and, naturally, hospital emergency rooms on either side of the admissions desk. More than ever I know what can go wrong with hands and minds.

Heatwaves, freak storms, failing airconditioning units, crowds of Pete Hegseth's and Stephen Miller's fanboys marching with confederate flags, rowdy halfwits drinking too much beer, and, of course, Democratic Pinko weather control ruining Trump's grand celebration, which is why we need a ballroom. And an arch.

According to one Trump-worshipping Karen, liberal operatives used glowing green space cancer brought back from the moon a few months ago and secretely stored at a Pepsi Cola bottling plant in New Hampshire to poison the Lincoln Memorial Reflecting Pool.

Don't drink the water, it has nano-chips!


I have also been told, authoritatively, that people in the entire world celebrated our two hundred and fiftieth anniversary EXCEPT for gobless communist heathens.
Which means, I guess, that I am a gobless communist heathen.

Sorry, I spent much of the past few days working. No time or inclination to celebrate bupkes.
I am off for the next few days, and will make myself happy with Chinese food and avoiding tourists from the rest of the country, as any grumpy Dutch American (gobless communist heathen) would naturally do. Also caffeinated beverages and pipe tobacco.

Because San Francisco has the best climate in the entire United States, I advise all grumpy Dutch Americans (i.e. gobless communist heathens) to move here as soon as they can. That way we can chase the Anglo thieves into the ocean and torch their settlements, much like we did in Ambon, Batavia, and Malacca four centuries ago. The food is excellent, the natives are friendly, and the water is drinkable. Yes, there are too many churches, and the Anchor Steam Beer factory closed down, plus there are bigots on the local ballteam, but these are minor issues, and probably easily rectified with blunderbusses, pikes, and halberds.


It will be a new golden age. Trust me.



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