After A Fashion
Because, as you should surely know by now, Conrad is inherently unable to simply post in a straightforward manner. It's just not how my mind works*.
Okay, many of you out there are probably aware of Julius Caesar, who was pre-eminent in not only the military but also the political field. So much so that his surname has become part of European nomenclature, especially for the Teutons and the Ruffians. Art!
Jules and Chaz
You see, 'Czar' as it used to be spelled back in the day, was the Slavic Russophile version of 'Caesar' <insert bad Putin pun here> although translation today is more along the lines of 'Tsar'.
Then we have the Teutons, who appointed their holy anointed as 'Kaiser', and hopefully you can see the link without needing to be hand-held by Conrad. Art!
Conrad never particularly cared for this band, whom can be safely dismissed as 'Landfill indie', but their titular single does hold true for this Intro, because of the lyrics -
Ruby, Ruby, Ruby, Ruby (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah)
Truly, a statement for the ages.
Now to abruptly shift focus and bring in The Incredible Melting Man! Art?
Ah - no. No, Art. The other incredible melting man. You know. Ex-mayor.
Rudy Rudy Rudy Rudy
Yes, Rudy Giuliani, formerly the legal counsel for the Tribble-Topped Beer Barrel In A Suit, a.k.a. Donald Trump. Rudi was once described as a 'friend' of Donald's, which is taking a lot of liberty with the word 'friend', as he is now cast into the outer darkness and Citizen Trump has been heard to say "Ruli Dooleyaney? Never heard of him, I think I stood near him once."
The thing is, Rudy took to the courts 60 times after Trump lost the 2020 election, asserting outside the courthouses that there had been massive electoral fraud, so much fraud! all the fraud all the time, fraud fraud fraud -
Then, once he was inside in court and thus legally liable, he abruptly changed tack and didn't allege fraud at all. Ever. Not in any of his 60 cases.
Ooops.
As Glenn Kirschner of the 'Justice Matters' vlog puts forward, Rudy is now going to be disbarred in the District of Columbia, thanks to his meretricious behaviour in all those lawsuits. South Canadian justice may be slow, but it certainly grinds it's way to a decision eventually. Art!
Good Lord aloft - BOTH sides!
They took 38 pages to destroy Rudy's reputation, such as it was, calling his legal plaudits both 'frivolous' and 'destructive'. New York has already suspended his licence to practice law there, citing his legal shenanigans on behalf of Agent Orange. One wag christened the M.A.G.A movement as 'Make Attorneys Get Attorneys', because as Rudy has discovered, DJ Tango has absolutely no problem throwing other people under the bus to avoid being over-ridden himself.
What lovely people, they deserve each other!
"Indy V Makes Gigantic Profit!"
No, only kidding, it's still not doing well at the box office. The numbers picked up for this Friday's takings, which only goes to illustrate how badly it's doing overall. Art!
Before you break out the ticker tape and popcorn, this is one-third of what it made last Friday, which itself was artificially bolstered by including the preview takings of the previous Thursday. Thus the total gross now stands at $175 million, which, to the uninitiated, sounds like a lot.
Hmmmmm no. The lowest total I've seen for this farrago to break even - NOT even making a profit - is $750 million. So it's only a quarter of the way there. The further bad news is that the latest instalment of the 'Insidious' franchise hoovered up four times what Indy did over this weekend. And the latest 'Mission Impossible' is out on Monday, which will do more like a Dyson than a hoover at the box office. Art!
So Much For My Constitutional
As I like to keep you informed, so Conrad regularly takes a constitutional stroll into Lesser Sodom of a Sunday, in order to pick up cheaper remaindered food at the Co-Op, all the better to go into my Sunday Stew.
Not today. Art!
CAUTION! Not applicable 09/07/2023
As I approached the front doors, the security screen was halfway down, and a handwritten notice had been taped to the doors: "Store closed due to power outage". Obviously, if the power's out you can't print anything off, can you? I know, I know, I should have taken a photo.
Thus I went back to the bus stop, where my phone refused to work. When I eventually hammered it into submission, my First Bus app refused to work. Your Humble Scribe had at least 3 e-tickets that he could not access.
Thankfully the bus driver was a human being and allowed me transit.
Phone still not co-operating**.
"City In The Sky"
The Doctor is trying to measure how effectively he can land the TARDIS in London, ahead of nuclear and chemical missile warheads, and Ace is not helping much, Riot Grrrrl that she is.
‘I need to time this carefully,’ he
continued. ‘Very carefully.’ London had
been badly hit during wartime and he didn’t want to arrive shortly before a
chemical or nuclear warhead did, too.
When they rematerialised and stepped out
of the timeship, into a sidestreet (Tottenham Court Road being slightly too
high-risk a destination) both were immediately struck by an absence, and came
to a mutual halt.
‘Quiet, innit?’
The Doctor looked upwards, then at his
feet, then at the main road.
‘Not merely quiet – silent.’
‘Maybe it’s Sunday morning. No shops open yet.’
‘Hardly.
The sun is almost overhead, so we are near noon. Nor is there is any traffic noise at all.’
‘Maybe they don’t use cars in the future,
Prof – you know, just transporters, like Star Trek.’
Shaking his head with a wry smile, the
Doctor locked the Tardis doors and offered his arm to the young woman. They both walked out onto Tottenham Court
Road, looking up and down in both directions along the famous and frenetic
boulevard.
No pedestrians. No traffic.
No movement. No lights. No open
shops – although a couple of shop fronts had been smashed in.
This obviously does not bode well! If you remember the original back in the Sixties, there was a crack about the chimes of Big Ben, although given modern tropes and mores that should probably be 'Non-Size-Shamed Ben'.
Told You So!
Thank you "The Daily Beast" for proving me right in saying that South Canadians have an unhealthy fascination with the monarchy of Our Sceptred Isle. And this only five days after their Independence Day celebrations! Art?
I wonder - would they be better off if we invaded and took over? Conrad cannot wonder what would happen if the famously blunt and confrontational Jeremy Paxman were to interview DJ Tango. O there would be sparks. I know that at least one episode of "Sliders" had this as a premise, with several sly digs at both South Canadian and British culture.
Finally -
It's all gone a bit post-Beethoven here. The thunderstorm, which featured a lot of EXTREMELY loud lightning, moved on long ago, and now we have mostly clear skies with fluffy white clouds. Very picturesque. Art!
Not so much as a sough of wind.
Chin chin!
* "My mind" and "works" do not properly belong in the same sentence. However, there are elastic limits to the English language.
** Do you see w - O you do.
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