Diary 272
Diary 272
Tuesday, December 15th
Today’s pictures are a sample of what happens when one decides, in a fit of enthusiasm, to place Christmas tree ornaments on trees outside. That’s what I did. They were fine, red apple like things – until it rained. Then they rapidly became more like nuclear-blasted withered rotting red peppers. The one pictured here is the least distorted of them all – the others became a sort of red sludge, a sludge that stained the table I placed them on, requiring some effort to remove said marks.
Somehow I’m reminded of what happens when a nation elects a presidential candidate who looks unusual but will not weather any kind of storm; one who becomes a grotesque distortion of what a president should be; one who leaves a stain behind that’s hard to remove. Yes, that would be the outgoing incumbent of the White House — who still refuses to admit defeat.
