Well, I am back, having just dodged really bad weather in
Paris. Although I cannot access my blog
in Paris to post, I was able to read the comments, and my general impression is
that you do not need me at all! A
lively, knowledgeable, vigorous discussion took place in my absence. Maybe I should go away more often.
What is new in Paris?
The Seine is still above its normal level. Our good friend Joan has a new little dog who
is lovely but can never truly take the place of Apollon, who passed away when
we were there in October. Gael, our
favorite waitperson at the café, has been promoted to daytime manager, well
deserved. Oh yes, I have been invited by
a Marxist organization in Brussels to give a lecture in June as part of their
celebration of the 200th anniversary of Marx’s birth [an event not
stimulating much in the way of recognition here in our benighted United States.]
While in Paris I completely changed my plans for the next
Marx lecture, to be delivered tomorrow.
I will actually talk about what I said I would talk about, rather than
going on a riff about Burt Reynolds, capitalism, and a hotel I watched being
built several years ago. I shall save my
notes on that for a future lecture.
Let’s see, while I was away, Rex Tillerson was fired, as was
a senior State Departmnent official for telling the truth, Trump’s body man was
frogmarched out of the White House because of an out-of-control gambling
problem, Conor Lamb won a smashing 627 vote victory in Pennsylvania’s 18th
CD, the lawyer for Stephanie Clifford [a.k.a. Stormy Daniels] stated flatly on
TV that the payoff to her to keep quiet about her affair with Trump directly
involved Trump and that she has been physically threatened, details to be
released in a Sixty Minutes interview
to be aired next Sunday, and for the
first time ever a Number 16 seed beat a number 1 seed in the first round of the
NCAA March Madness.
I was only away for twelve days, for crissakes!
Seen from abroad, the United States looks to be spiraling rapidly
into a modern reality TV form of dictatorship.
I am ashamed to have an American passport.
When the bags are unpacked and the laundry is done, I shall
spend some time kibitzing the exchanges in the Comments section.
I missed you.
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