What Disappointing Times
It’s all so disappointing!
The politicians are disgusting, the honey is not real, the strawberries are too small, and the music has died!
First of all, let me have a big whinge about Australian politicians: What a bloody shambles! One day we watched a LNP politician put his hand on the shoulder of the Prime Minister and state how he supported him totally and yet, hidden in his other hand he held the weapon with which he back stabbed him - the next day.
Dirty backroom deals ultimately resulted in an ‘et tu Brute’ moment with a PM being booted out and two of the most awful contenders vying for the ‘top job’. And, while we may have missed out on the worst of those aspirants, what do we have now? A supercilious self promoter increasing the divide between the general public and the RWNJs; an untrustworthy idiot pretending to be a strong ‘moderate’ conservative leader with a (dodgy) Christian touch! And he lies!
Great! What a disappointment.
Meanwhile, Aretha Franklin died and we were reminded that music has also died - and songs are no longer songs. Sure, Aretha’s music was not always filled with sweet, gentle tunes but we understood the words she sang and they were presented with genuine feeling and soul.
That music and singing has been replaced by something called rap. I can’t say ‘rap music’ because it isn’t music and I can’t use the word ‘songs’, because they are not songs. They are just noise and they (raps or tracks? I don’t know) all sound the same! Luckily the words can seldom be heard clearly, which is just as well as they ooze with death and destruction and bad sex! Music? No, disappointment!
John McCain died and we were reminded what a decent politician he was, no matter whose ‘camp’ he was in. He didn’t manage to hold the top job to which he aspired but remained a truly decent man. He showed the world that politicians CAN be decent - but no longer are.
What did the US – and, indeed the world - do to deserve the Trumpian monster who now resides in the White House? Disappointing indeed!
And now we are being told that the honey we buy is fake honey! What is it? Cooked and watered down honey? Just sugar syrup? Rice syrup? What??? Honey? Honey is fake?
Now, that’s what I call a disappointment!
Then a report comes to tell us that strawberry farmers have dumped hundreds of tons of strawberries because they are too small! Too small? That’s what the supermarkets have told them. What rubbish! Anyone knows that the small strawberries are the best and the sweetest and the ones with real strawberry flavour. Anyone who has ever grown strawberries will tell you that strawberries eaten straight after picking are the best. Home grown strawberries are small and soft and sweet and amazingly luscious. They are nothing like the huge, red-on-outside, white-in-centre, crunchy (crunchy? yes, crunchy!) strawberries we find in supermarkets.
So, all in all, disappointment reigns!
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