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CAT Tracks for January 11, 2018
TWISTED ORANGE |
Giving the devil his due...
...you cannot escape The Donald.
Since I refuse (unlike him) to watch the news (fake or otherwise) because it would surely make my blood boil (like his)...
...my "executive time" from 8 a.m. until 11 a.m. is spent reading, fiction.
But, dayum, my latest novel, appropriately entitled "A Time of Torment" contains a passage that just leaped off the page:
A rose by any other name, sigh.
Anyway, this got me to thinking about the plight of the Dreamers, the Salvadorians, little Rocket Man, my button's bigger than your button...
...so I closed my book, time to work on my latest jigsaw puzzle.
Okay, my sense of duty to CAT Tracks dragged me to my computer for a final tour of the digital news alleyways.
Lo and behold, Diet Coke is getting a major makeover.
Once again, The Donald's well-published (and not denied as "fake news") consumption of a 12-pack a day compells me to read the article:
From WPSD TV Channel 6
Diet Coke launches new look and 4 new flavors
Blood orange and twisted mango?
Can't help but think that Coca Cola is missing out on a great opportunity to honor its number one orange coiffed consumer:
Have a Twisted Orange today!
It's like, a really smart choice, favored by very stable geniuses everywhere!
POSTSCRIPT:
Speaking of reading...
...while I was at Barnes and Noble refusing to buy Fire and Fury , I also passed on The Really Tremendous Inside Story of My Fantastic First Year as President.
Donald J. Trump...
...it's all about ME!
He wasn't a complete moron, but he was intellectually lazy and incurious, as well as the eternally fixed center of his own universe. Every individual spends a lifetime trying to disprove Copernicus by placing him- or herself at the heart of existence, but a small core of diehards manages to turn it into an art. Harpur Griffin was just such a man, spurred on by a suspicion, although he could never have expressed it in so many words, that he was just an emptiness with a name.