the dotard has no clothes

Comrades.

No one likes to hear what people are saying about you behind yr back. Especially spoilt children. So, it was no surprise at all to see DJ Trump! chuck a world class tanty, after a "hot mic" caught NATO leaders bagging the him from here to breakfast. [Just a word of advice here chaps, having worked in the electronic media for decades, Rule No.1 is "the microphone is always open" and there is always some sky bastard rolling a tape over it at the other end of the wire]. How would you react to snide remarks about you? Well, all course you would call What Would Justin Do a "two-faced-cunt", and after getting all lovey-dovey with the Kid President during the Bastille Day celebrations in Paris earlier in the year, the one-sided unrequited bromance is over. Of all the NATO/EU leaders, Macron is perhaps the one who hates The Donald's guts the most. DJ! had an astonishing 38 minute press conference with Macron. When he asked the Kid what France was doing about ISIS and Macron made a perfectly sensible reply in his perfectly good English, he got the response from the rude unruly infant in the White House "no wonder he is a successful politician, that's the best non-answer I've ever heard!" The "you are beneath my contempt" look on Emmanuel's face was priceless. ISIS shimish. This from a freak who apparently wants to invite the murderous leaders of the Taliban to Camp David to sort out the Afghanistan question once and for all for his own personal glory. The last POTUS to use Camp David for peace talks was ol' Jimmy Carter who proudly announced that peace had come at last to the Israelis and Palestinians, and look how far they've gone down that road...40 years on. But perhaps the last word should be left to the North Koreans, who have taken exception to The Donald once again using the expression "Little Rocket Man" to describe Fat Boy Kim. If he does it again, they are going to resume calling him a "dotard". The exact quote from North Korean State Media is "if any language and expressions stoking the atmosphere of confrontation are used once again ... that must really be diagnosed as the relapse of the dotage of a dotard.” It's such a lovely word I had to look it up in my copy of the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary. Dotard. n. an old person, especially one who has become physically weak or whose mental faculties have declined.

The Leader of the Free World has always held that NATO is a waste of time, and why wouldn't he? NATO still considers Russia as Enemy No.1 [although they did make mention that they were looking over their shoulder at China in the Trump-less joint communique], when Old Mate Putes is DJ!'s bestie. The Donald loves those old Ruskie election-riggers to bits, inviting them on board to do his dirty work again in 2020. Whinge all you like about NATO not paying its way - the USA has been been paying disproportionately for the defence of Europe ever since the end of WWII. Of course, the Trumpotus would have never heard of the Marshall Plan, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to make head nor tail of it. Fancy giving away free gratis $US100B in today's money to help rebuild the joint, which US troops had done a mighty job of destroying. He's never read a history book, so he wouldn't feel the need to dust some off down at the Library of Congress. He'd just call it a "very bad deal".

As the winter closes on on DC, Nancy Pelosi's voice is getting hoarse from all the barking orders she's been doing behind closed doors about the purely political process called Impeachment. She's very keen to get it out of the way ASAP. She knows the electorate is getting sick of it, and everyone wants to bring on the main event - the trial in the Senate. The reality TV ratings will be in a stratosphere, when every Senator is asked to walk up to the bench occupied by the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court and say "yay" or "nay" to the various Articles of Impeachment. It matters not a jot if the Democrats can't get up an absolutely majority plus one; once you have been Impeached, successfully or otherwise, you are a marked man for life. Just ask Clinton, Bill - he'll tell you. And you'd rightly suspect that the Trumpotus has done alot more than leave a simple cum stain on a dress in his time. It might be a Witch Hunt, Kangaroo Court and/or Star Chamber where the rules of evidence don't strictly apply, but the sheer tawdriness of hanging out your dirty laundry will rub off on you.

It was also pleasing to hear that Our Great & Glorious Leader had the plight of bushfire victims in his "thoughts and prayers". No doubt he's down on the floor rolling about and gibbering in tongues about it even as we speak. It's pretty much on a par with that other religious zealot Izzy Folau blaming the conflagration on drunkards, homo's, liars, fornicators, thieves et al. And this from the leader of a classic Do Nothing Government. As the economy, stupid, slides towards an inevitable recession during the US/China trade war, Scomo wants to hear nothing of it. He is very happy in his own comfort zone in the Canberra Bubble, thank you very much, and no one is going to spoil that on his watch. The PM is too busy slashing and burning the Public Service, anyway. What a masterstroke it was to merge the Department of Agriculture with the environment functions from the Department of the Environment and Energy, which now becomes the Department of Dirty Coal. Brilliant! The internal shitfights between the bureaucrats from Environment and Agriculture - who are sworn enemies - will be a sight to behold. The upshot is that the never ending animosity will produce the desired result - absolutely nothing will get done. Until Australia follows the example of Vanuatu - the first country in the region to set up a Department of Climate Change - which will never happen if ScoMo has anything to with it, the Do Nothing Government will continue on its merry way, regardless. At least the suffocating acrid bushfire smoke that has enveloped Sydney over the past few days will have convinced millions of city voters that "something's going on". It's a wonderful world, aint it?