More Like Emperor Commodus

Turkey sandwich, turkey soup.  Let the holiday meal plan continue.  I always have salads for lunch.   We shouldn’t eat bread, right?  Carb control.  But the toasted bread, with the turkey and the mustard and the lettuce and the cheese has such a particular taste.   There’s two gallons of that soup in the pot. 

Our son and his wife are back under our roof but not for long.  Today they are out looking for apartments.  What neighborhood would you live in, in Beijing, if you didn’t have kids?  Well, almost any neighborhood other than this one, certainly.  They want to look in Haidian.  I wouldn’t want to live there.  They seem to like Wang Jing.  It’s hard to discern much of any distinguishing personality to that area, though companies are headquartered there and its close to other places. 

It’s grueling looking at apartments, one after the other.  I remember that. When they come home they're exhausted.  They’ve seen so many they can’t remember anything distinguishing about any of them.  But their phone remembers and they show me the video they shot in one and then another place.

Trump has gone to Iraq to visit troops.  Troops just-happen to have MAGA hats.  He signs them.  “What, was I gonna not sign them?”  My God I hate this man.  Who the hell does he think he is politicizing the army, Julius Caesar?   More like emperor Commodus who thought he was Hercules, and fought rigged battles in the arena, which he charged the state for and was widely derided as an idiot.  He didn't have a happy ending.  Go back home Donald.  You’re not fooling anyone.

Wednesday, 12/26/18