A Curious Confluence?

 November 29, 2006, I was walking along Avenue Rapp in Paris.

I was brought up short by a Christmas display in a window of one of the shops.

I took several pictures of it and saved it for some, at that time, unknown future purpose.

I had been thinking for several years of making a meaningfully customized Christmas card each year, but had never gotten around to it.

That changed in 2010 when I made my first of what was going to be a yearly card.

This year's version is already complete and ready to be printed, signed, enveloped, stamped and mailed.

Every year I wanted to use that picture from Avenue Rapp but was never able to figure out what the annual poem/message would be.

Until 2018, when I did figure it out.

Here it is - not in card fold format, but in PDF printed format.

This morning, 18 years after that Avenue Rapp encounter, I was again brought up short by an image.

Mexico Cafe

Really good salsa

It's been family owned in Mt Vernon Washington since 1965, when the Rivas family opened it at its first location.

Over the years they have prospered and grown and now are in their third location.

I think they make their corn tortillas because the chips are the best I have ever had; they make short shrift of a dish of that salsa.

Have the Chile Verde Sauce on a chicken enchilada.

Or go wild and order standalone Chile Verde.

Be prepared for something so good you won't believe it.

Or Arroz con Pollo.

I haven't been able to break a culinary entrapment with those three dishes to find out how good the fancier stuff is.

But I will.

Someday.

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Under Pont Alexandre III

This is a test of Blogger's post from email function.

Here is an image.

Walmart

 

I think I remember having seen, from time to time, amazing videos of the typical denizens of Sam's Memorial Mausoleum doing Walmart Denizen stuff.

Stuff like two large blond-haired, bare breasted, heavily tattooed women wearing MAGA hats fighting over a package of chicken legs; one, having won, is subsequently seen ravenously tearing bloody chicken meat off the bone with her teeth and swallowing with bloody foamed gusto while shrieking with chicken-hindered clarity "Make America Meat Again".

Or cadres of huge bare chested, heavily tattooed men in MAGA hats crashing grocery carts into one another to gain access to the frontage of a beer display piled ceiling high in the middle of the floor; some carts having broken some bottles, the fray lessens as, one by one the combatants all drop to the floor and commence scooping up handfuls of foam, and inhaling the foam with gusto all begin to chant "death to lily livered wine drinkers".

So, when I noticed this image incessantly posted in everything served up by my browser, I couldn't suppress the urge to blog.

Which one of "The Denizens" is this?

And do they have "MAGA" tattooed somewhere unseen?

And, are they on Tick Tock?

About Representative Greene: I Wish I Had Written This

 But, alas, Rex Huppke has already done it.

Here's a sample: 

"Greene's magnificently malevolent moment may have peaked

Greene’s Herculean displays of vacuousness always had an endpoint, even in a political party as uniquely absurd and useless as one helmed by Trump.

In 2021, she slid, hand-in-glove, into a Republican Party that has an appetite for stupidity. But like a dull-witted Icarus, she has now flown too close to the dumb".

For the rest of an amazingly short - for the ridicule and disdain that it metes - invoke the link, below.

WTF With MTG?

Paris Still Life

With Smirnoff ...

I finally had to ask someone in the Carrefour Marché. 

Ou est le jus de Tomate?

After some confusion about my terminology, my accent, my appearance and my vocabulary, I found out that what I wanted was Tomate de Marmande.

Not jus de Tomate.

No wonder I couldn't find it.

I had been looking for jus.

Luckily the Smirnoff was on the liquor aisle.

So I didn't have to ask.

It turns out Tomate de Marmande works just like jus de Tomate would work, if there were such a thing.

As jus de Tomate.

Works, with vodka, lime and tabasco.

But there isn't such a thing.

As jus de Tomate.

At least I couldn't find any.

That day in Carrefour.

Maybe some other day.

 

Trumpin' Up Another republican Martyr

 Colo. organizers cancel Kristi Noem's GOP fundraiser due to 'death threats' (msn.com)

I wonder if the "death threats" are of the same level of veracity as her meetings with Kim Jong Un or the threats she claims to have received from Niki Haley?

The republicans are trumpin' up a song "Kristi on the Road to Calgary" which describes her Christ-like martyrdom.

It's going to feature Lara trump in the lead with a chorus headed by Lee Greenwood.

They are including a donnie the dildo bible with every purchase of the record.

Chickadee Pictures And Some Roses

 

The Ballad Of Kristi Noam

 I Shot Your Dog (youtube.com)

I thought until the great memoir blowup that she was on donnie's short list for vice president because she looks like an aging Playboy Bunny.

Apparently canine and ruminant control trumps that feature.

George Washington Said This

During the Constitutional Convention of 1787 quite a bit of time and energy was spent on the nature of the Executive office of the United States.

Having only recently removed themselves from the tyranny of a monarch, all the delegates were exceptionally motivated to have the Executive function not be at the outset, and be unlikely to be able to ultimately evolve into, a king.

Due to the fear of turning themselves back over to a king, many of the delegates were in favor of a multi person Executive - two, or perhaps, three people.

Distribute Executive power so it can't be consolidated and abused easily, so they thought.

The discussions were many and went back and forth.

In the end a single Executive was chosen as the right form.

As President of the convention Washington chose not to not vote on the Convention's daily business or speak during the discussions and debates; he confined his influence on the proceedings to that which he wielded in the Virginia Delegation itself outside of the Convention's business.

In any event the Convention's proceedings were secret, so with Washinton not speaking or voting in the sessions, even the paltry leakage that exists of who thought what and what went on is absent in the case of George Washington.

Therefore, we know little about what he thought about the issues discussed.

A year later though, Washington made what I think is a prophetic observation. 

In a letter to Lafayette in April of 1788 Washington said: "There cannot, in my judgement, be the least danger that the President will by any practicable intrigue ever be able to continue himself one moment in office, much less perpetuate himself in it; but [in modern parlance substitute 'except' for 'but'] in the last stage of corrupted morals and political depravity; and even then there is as much danger that any other species of domination would prevail. Though, when a people have become incapable of governing themselves and fit for a master, it is of little consequence from what quarter he comes".

The fact that seventy-four million Americans voted for trump in 2020, and even more appear to be ready to do so again seems to indicate that "the last stage of corrupted morals and political depravity" have arrived in America.

Where's He Gonna Send Em?

 donnie the dildo says that when he is again elected president he's going to deport all illegal aliens.

The count on the number of those people varies, but 12 million seems to be a pretty good working assumption.

So, who has the dildo got lined up to receive that massive hoard?

And what country might that deportee reception party reside in?

And what's in it for that party/country - the joy of making a deal with the dildo?

And how is the dildo going to backfill the vast labor void created by all those hard-working, currently gainfully employed individuals being shipped off to Illegal-Alien-Land ?

Is he going to draft all Americans into Tyssen's Slaughterhouse Brigade?

Or, if not, how's he gonna Make America Meat Again?