It's that sound it makes. The air rushing out of the balloon and the once smiling little creature deflates, zips away and turns into a little piece of crumbled rubber or whatever they make balloons out of nowadays. Pfft.
First off the Russians were supposed to invade the Ukraine. Hell, Old Brains told us so. So did the NY Times and most of the not so main stream media. They even gave us a date Feb 15, the day after Valentine's Day. But nothing happened, so the NY Times changed the date to Feb 16th but the Russians didn't come. They didn't invade. Maybe the Russians don't read the NY Times. Maybe, all the Russians were doing on the Ukrainian border were military maneuvers. Something any country that has been invaded as many times as Russia has, might do from time to time. But we were supposed to see explosions, fire and quick rapid images of the dead, lying in grotesque poses. Then Newscasters, would come on speaking rapidly with a great deal of angst in their voices. Their faces spread all over the screens of our various TV, computer and streaming devices. Then the Politicians, The Talking Heads and The Cognoscenti of The Known World, would all denounce the invasion with great vehemence and in multiple languages too. But then... the air rushing out of the balloon, pfft. Everyone was dressed for dinner but the guests just never showed.
Then there was the Olympics. You know the music, dramatic, hopeful triumphant. And, you know the images, beautiful young athletes, the world's greatest, competing and achieving amazing things. The crowd roaring, the national anthems playing, the gold medals around the neck of the beautiful, now brought to tears by the enormity of it all, young athletes. But then the athletes were all isolated and the announcers were left in the studios of their home countries. This is Beijing, not that far from Wuhan and the Chi Coms were taking no chances with the virus some say, they cooked up in their own labs. And, now you know why we call it the Kung Flu around here. Then the people in the stands were few and far between. The announcers many time zones away were unable to feel and seize the moment and scream something like. "Do you believe in miracles?" No crowd oohing, aahing or roaring. It was all quiet. You could hear the skates scrapping over the ice. The biggest story to come out of these games was the 15 year old Russian figure skater, who had failed a drug test. They let her skate anyway. The hue and cry arose over that. Then she took to the ice and led after the short program. OMG! What if she wins? The world held it's collective breath. Then the long program came. She stumbled and fell. No gold medal here. The air rushing out of the balloon again, pftt once more. The guests had arrived for dinner this time but they were late, the soup was cold and the hostess had gone to bed.
And Virginia Giuffre took the 12 million from Prince Andrew and scampered away. In case you forgot or didn't know or hadn't heard, Virginia Giuffre was the victim who wouldn't go away. She forced the Prosecutors to pursue Jeffrey Epstein, till he was arrested and then committed suicide, supposedly. She forced the Prosecutors to arrest and then try Ghislaine, who is now convicted and facing life in prison. We think Ghislaine will only get 5 to 15 and maybe do 3 but she is convicted. All throughout this ordeal the world waited for names to be named. Who among the Glitterati of the world have been having sex with little girls? Was it former President Billy Bob? Was it World Renowned Harvard Law Professor Alan Dershowitz? Prince Andrew was named but who else? Who else? These questions get asked because this is a curious case of underage girls being procured to have sex with adults but none of the adults were ever tried, indicted, arrested or even named. But now with Virginia taking the money, there had to be a NDA and well now... we'll never know. It's pfft one more time. No guests, no dinner and no dessert.
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