That was an awful experience. Painfully, squirmingly, let me out of here awful.
I hate watching the way he bares his lower lip so that you see his teeth – it’s so ugly and hostile and wolfish.
I hate, as always, watching his dreadful stunted clumsy gestures.
I hate hearing him say CHInah over and over again. He says “China” the normal way when it’s “the China sea” but when he names the country it’s CHInah every time. He also says – less often – JaPAN, with the same dopy aggressive emphasis.
I hate his word salad.
I hate his stunted vocabulary. I hate all the “very very” this and “he’s a fantastic guy” that.
I hate how dim he so obviously is. I hate it that he didn’t do better than I expected. I hate it that he really is just as idiotic and ignorant and simple-minded as he appeared all along. I hate it that this puffed-up bag of wind with the urine-colored combover will be president next week. I hate it that he’ll be able to kill us all if he takes it into his tiny little head.
I hate his stupid bragging.
I hate his stupid bragging about not doing something there should be no question of his doing in the first place – I hate it that he bragged about turning down a deal with a “very nice guy” in Dubai.
I hate everything about it. It’s so degrading. I feel dirty.
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13 responses to “Lived experience”
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He must have said it ten times. Has he never heard the word pronounced before?
‘I hate it that he didn’t do better than I expected.’
Wouldn’t it have been amazing if he rose to the occasion? But he’s just not, ever, going to.
Here, a cleansing bath:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GRcYa_XOMWM (hope it runs for you)
It’s from a b/w 1950’s movie Ratataa, featuring the fabulous late Povel Ramel and his Crazy Gang, inspired by the ’40s Hellzapoppin. He wonders “where’s the soap?” and shares little bits of wisdom and erudition, like “while Susanna lay in her bath, Joakim went into Babylon to buy more soap, “one can liken all the world to a handbasin in enamel, just as useless without this cleansing little detail” and “litres of champagne in her bath, had Madame Pompadour — 32 when she got in and 33 when she got out” — scans and rhymes much better in the original Scan-dinavian, obv. ;)
You don’t even win props for the shortest empire ever, the Mongols beat you there. Good second placing though.
Rrr, where’s the soap? Yes it does, but it feels so damned nice ( that’s the ‘two nuns in the bath, one says….’ joke I first heard back when God was a boy). Thanks for the reminder, it still makes me chuckle.
Nothing like dry humour, eh? ;)
Nope, and that was nothing like…….
I’ll take Kublai over Lord Cheeto any day…
I hate him and have felt mortified and tainted all day. What I love is your eloquence. And I am very sad that you have to summon it over that lying piece of orange shit.
Mortified and tainted IS OUR FUTURE.
You forgot the repetition. I hate the repetition. It’s repetitive. Very, very repetitive.
Well I didn’t altogether forget it – there’s the “very very” I cited. The repetition is a feature of his stunted vocabulary. He doesn’t know enough words, so he has to repeat the few he does know.
I can’t even think about it without starting to prickle with rage.