After working as ambassador to Japan. Man that is a death plagued family, I can tell you I can now relate to that. Life goes on.
Caroline Bouvier Kennedy[2][3] (born November 27, 1957)[4] is an American author, attorney, and diplomat who served as the United States ambassador to Japan from 2013 to 2017[5] and is currently serving as the United States ambassador to Australia. Kennedy is the only surviving child of former U.S. president John F. Kennedy and former first lady Jacqueline Kennedy. She is a prominent member of the Kennedy family.
If the flux capacitor in my imaginary De Lorien hits 88mph correctly collecting electrical charge and all, I would say JFK is now one of my favourite colleagues at work at the bus depot. What I find most appealing about him is his ability to charmingly and nonchalantly utter crushingly cruel remarks about people in the least spiteful and most amicable way you could ever imagine. He's a very personable chap, an Aries, who takes pains to befriend so many co-workers. Many of whom I would just ignore or take the remote controller for the TV room from and ignore.
Here's some amazing examples of JFK's (not his real name) put downs:
'god damn he's a soulless piece of shit isn't he?' referring to one of the duty officers.
Such and such 'was a piece of shit' referring to some country NSW person that classified him as another annoying Sydney person.
He is delightful! I have never been a fan of trash talking people behind they back, it's not the right royal way. But since becoming a 'soulless piece of shit' myself, as JFK would say, I'm no longer surprised by the general hostility enmeshing humanity as a whole. This JFK guy (not his real name) is very non hostile sounding when he refers to someone as a soulless piece of shit, or piece of shit in general. He's very jovial and good natured. A little too fat and nowhere near the bookworm I imagine a bookworm to be.
He seems to be on good terms with King George V (not his real name), who refers to JFK (not his real name) as a 'princess'. I absolutely detest King George V as he's a total nutjob. Avoid. Extremely boorish and uncouth the old boy. Disgraceful.
Now this Kennedy mentioned cricket on the news. I may have mentioned one of my nearest and dearest teenage years buddies, Winston Churchill, who later disowned me and my immediate family, kind of like how FDR and the Americans disowned Britain after the Nazis invaded them, trained me up thoroughly in indoor cricket umpiring. How to do it amongst the uncouth trailer trash white trash working class trash we were unfortunate to live amongst in western Sydney in the early 1990s. I don't particularly like cricket however I'm extremely well versed in umpiring indoor cricket as Winston trained me very well and I'm also familiar with the positions. In fact my best buddy, FDR, as a 9 and 10 year old, before either of us had even met Winston Churchill (not his real name), also had cricket teatowels hanging in his kitchen showing the various playing positions like mid on, mid off, silly mid on, square leg, etc.
Nowadays my neighbors opposite me and two houses over from them know each other from before living nearby each other, all from cricket, including their occasional gardener. It's quite a social cohesion with Anglo Australians and many others besides as many folks love their cricket. One of the folks from across the road is a thirteen year old occasional babysitter of my kids and she tells me her mom, stepfather, real father around the corner, half brother, actual brother, stepbrother or sister (it gets complicated with some blended families, I can't keep up), all play and watch cricket on the weekends. I prefer sailing definitely.
Newsflash, like two days later, just found out King George V quit so bye bye. Walked by him like two days ago and he was just swearing loudly again. Needs to quit smoking and go on a diet. Total fatty.
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