Firstly, I think this photo provides all the reasons why I would vote for this man:
Although I can’t quite put my finger on exactly what it is.
Secondly, I keep reading stuff like this:
It goes without saying that Trump is a sociopathic con artist obsessed with personal enrichment: the opposite of a genuine warrior for the downtrodden. That’s too obvious to debate. But, just as Obama did so powerfully in 2008, he could credibly run as an enemy of the D.C. and Wall Street system that has steamrolled over so many people, while Hillary Clinton is its loyal guardian, its consummate beneficiary.
I don’t see Trump that way at all. I don’t think he’s a racist, sexist, homophobic Nazi either. Nor do I think he’s a re-incarnation of Hitler. I just think he’s a blue collar billionaire who retains the values he grew up with in 1950s Brooklyn and Queens. And that means that he has next to no time for Political Correctness of any sort whatsoever, because it simply didn’t exist back then in Brooklyn and Queens, and probably still doesn’t. And it’s always been Trump’s political incorrectness that I’ve found most admirable. Which is maybe also why so many Americans voted him to be their president.
I listen to Michael Savage quite a lot these days, and he said a day or two back that the Trump era was going to be Back To The Fifties. After all Michael Savage grew up in the same Brooklyn and Queens as Trump, and likely has the same kind of values as Trump. And the fifties for Savage was an era with lots of re-assuring generals squaring up to The Thing that had just landed from outer space. He liked the way Trump’s new administration was filling up with muscular generals, just like in the Eisenhower era of the fifties.
I can remember that time too. But not in Brooklyn or Queens. I remember it on the streets of Rio de Janeiro, buying American DC and Marvel comics from the one shop in Rio’s business quarter that sold them in huge piles. Superman, Batman, Spiderman, the Incredible Hulk, and the Silver Surfer. They were unobtainable in England. And only one shop in Rio sold them.
There used to be a full page ad on the back of some of them, that showed a genial old artist with a little white beard, standing at an easel with brushes and paints, working on a picture, and saying that if you could draw a picture of the face of Lois Lane, or Lana Lang, or Lady Luck like he could, you just might be considered as a contributing artist in the cartoon industry. Which is what, aged eight, I wanted to be. And so I practised for hours and hours, days and days, until I managed to get a little cartoon of Lois Lane just about right. And I could imagine myself showing up at the offices of DC comics, probably in the mythical New York district known as the Bronx, and finding the very same artist working away at his easel, and greeting me cordially, and looking through the little sheaf of drawings I’d brought with me, and saying: “Nah, kid. You still haven’t got it right. Look, that’s too much of a ski-jump nose you’ve stuck on her here. And the lips are a little too full there. And the jaw is too pronounced on this one. Heck, Superman would have run a mile from a girl like her. Go back home and practise some more.” And I’d trudge back to New York’s docks, and catch the boat back to England.
Anyway, there’s nothing terrifying to me about going Back To The Fifties. And if that’s what Trump wants to do, it’s fine by me. Maybe this time, the old artist will welcome me into his studio, and say, “Yup! You’ve got it at last. You start on Monday at one dollar an hour. No lunch breaks round here, so bring your own lunch.”
Modern life is killing children with the number of youngsters diagnosed with cancer rising 40 per cent in the past 16 years because of air pollution, pesticides, poor diets and radiation, scientists have warned.
New analysis of government statistics by researchers at the charity Children with Cancer UK found that there are now 1,300 more cancer cases a year compared with 1998, the first time all data sets were published.
The rise is most apparent in teenagers and young adults aged between 15 and 24, where the incident rate has risen from around 10 cases in 100,000 to nearly 16.
Researchers say that although some of the rise can be explained by improvements in cancer diagnoses and more screening, the majority is probably caused by environmental factors…
I don’t think they have the first clue what causes cancer. They simply don’t know. But none of them will admit it. And so they just blame anything and everything. Cigarettes, Alcohol. Chocolate. Meat. Cars. Somewhere out there there’s a serial killer, and they don’t know who or what it is. Everything is suspect. The finger of suspicion first points one way, and then another.
Maybe they should think outside the box a bit. It’s always some thing that they try to pin the blame on. But what if it isn’t a thing.
Like: what if music causes cancer? What if you hear Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody more than 400 times, you get ear cancer which gradually spreads to your lungs? I’ve always suspected that might be the case. I never liked that piece of music. And I’ve heard it about 397 times.
Or what if sideways glances cause cancer?
Unthinkable? Sure. But they don’t seem to be getting anywhere right now, so they should start looking for something else. My favourite theory of cancer is my own evolutionary model of cancer. Which was that as cells die off inside somebody’s body, they leave vacancies or clearings in which new cells can multiply. And these new cells are faster-growing ones than most slow-growing ones around them. They’re like fast-growing weeds growing in forest clearings, surrounded by slow-growing trees. When there are enough clearings, these fast-multiplying weeds can spread like wildfire through the forest. And if you want to stop it happening, you need to fill the vacancies with something like gelatin or silicone. So take gelatin or silicone tablets. Or something along those lines.
Well, how the heck should I know?