So...the emperor not only has no clothes. He has no brain, no heart, no soul. Is this the true face of evil? You've out done yourself with this one, Bret.
IThis vision is eerily realistic for me. I was in Mar a Lago for a yearly event, the Palm Beach Wine Auction, where the star of the night was a bottle of a Grand Cru, probably so old and crappy no one would ever really drink it, that went for 25K. Upon arriving and setting up our station in the rather (to be polite) austere Kitchen my associate and I were escorted by someone with a title, and offered a tour of the (“grand palace” everything there is “Grand”)Upon entering the Grand Ballroom , it was impossible to not be overcome with the fresh smell of Florida mold and then the Gold Flake, like the glitter of beer cans and pint bottles on skin row. Passing on to the Club and being pointed out the Private Residence (on palm Beach Island there are very strict rules about Clubs and private residences, which Mar a Lago is legally not. We were led out to the front entrance where the row of McLaren sports cars looked like a dealers sales lot. From there we made a quick retreat to the kitchen hoping to get the event over as soon as possible before we caught something lacking a cure!
Deserves a Nobel Prize. Brilliant.
Memento Mori was definitely invented for a reason.
Cuz, entertaining scribe as we've come to expect. And I learned something too. Someone is living in your head, rent free. Be well, Jay
Good point!
There's something King Lear about this, too. Aside from the tragic fallout that has yet to come; inevitably.
yeah, except King Lear is tragedy, orangefuckfaceraccoon is farce!
So...the emperor not only has no clothes. He has no brain, no heart, no soul. Is this the true face of evil? You've out done yourself with this one, Bret.
Bravo!
great read!!!!!! thank you mucho, Bret,Jazz Guy!
The best, yet! I will pass it on, indeed!
IThis vision is eerily realistic for me. I was in Mar a Lago for a yearly event, the Palm Beach Wine Auction, where the star of the night was a bottle of a Grand Cru, probably so old and crappy no one would ever really drink it, that went for 25K. Upon arriving and setting up our station in the rather (to be polite) austere Kitchen my associate and I were escorted by someone with a title, and offered a tour of the (“grand palace” everything there is “Grand”)Upon entering the Grand Ballroom , it was impossible to not be overcome with the fresh smell of Florida mold and then the Gold Flake, like the glitter of beer cans and pint bottles on skin row. Passing on to the Club and being pointed out the Private Residence (on palm Beach Island there are very strict rules about Clubs and private residences, which Mar a Lago is legally not. We were led out to the front entrance where the row of McLaren sports cars looked like a dealers sales lot. From there we made a quick retreat to the kitchen hoping to get the event over as soon as possible before we caught something lacking a cure!