Imagine, AMLO if when you are president and John Mill Ackerman, your Transportation and Communications Secretary, Aeroméxico goes on strike, like say, Air France right now with Jupiter in France, how in the heck are you going to arrive to your first visit to Trump Hotel in Washington, eh?… gonna ride a Chihuahuense and connect to a Greyhound in El Chuco, pues?
So who would have thunk it, eh? It’s been one year and Three CHINESE DOG Days since president-elect Maron began to morph into that big gaseous ball in the sky
called Zeus… called Jupiter. What a ride, eh?
It’ll probably be an awkward moment when the Climate Change topic comes up… but right now, before the Big Kat works a double shift for the BBC —there are news to break: TORONTO.
… and then there’s this whole Iran deal that little Ur-american-president–Anus is fixed on pulling out of his ass; and so, to opportunistically paraphrase Brozo the Shady Clown from last night’s post debate, that would be like a nuclear fusion Coïtus Interruptus, so! The Staff here hopes that Jupiter’s mission on this trip is more than a “bromance” with the [porn] Queen’s orangutan where all that Little Uranus wants to talk about concerns how to prepare a 4th of July Military Parade à la français.
Sir Ben Kingsley, as Costa Pasha, quote on Diplomacy, follows.