G7 Biarritz

It's over now. Trump and Melania are back home.

I don't even know where to start with this. We have several videos of bilateral meetings between Trump and various G7 members and others but they're all formal and stilted and give no real sense to the discussions behind them.

We have the transcripts of those and they show mostly a vicious and insane American media and Trump's somewhat confused indirect and evasive responses, only seldom straightforward and clearly expressed. The journalist ask about everything except what is relevant to the discussions at hand.

We are assured that behind all this crap is genuine human interaction.

We have the official descriptions of the purpose of the meetings that bear zero resemblance to the actual global issues we expect the leaders to discuss, gender fairness and climate change. Bite me.

We get fluff and goo, politesse, banalities, bromides and bafflegab, anything but actual discussion. They're hardly worth watching or reading.

What we see is a polecat host that ambushes Trump immediately, clearly the main participant who towers over everyone else, to draw off Trump's gravitas to his own parasitic advantage. We see the host's wild gesticulations and hear the graceful liquid phonemes of his own fluid language chopped harshly as hash. He is quite impossible to listen to. While Trump answers different questions entirely from the ones that are asked, and in parts broken to bits that must be reassembled, giving the impression of a disordered and self-interrupting mind.

We see the host invite an Iranian guest unexpectedly to throw Trump off his game. The host complicit with terrorist supporting regime. To drive his silly-ass European point. Even while using the United States to confine his own ISIS members. And confined by a manner they deeply criticized.

Then at the end the polecat host uses Trump again in a very long bilateral to draw off Trump's genuine yellow vest bonafides and wear it to cover his own extreme leftism, to stiffen his own failing position, gesticulating wildly and chopping his language. The video is painful to watch.

Macron is failing at home.
Merkel is failing at home.
Trudeau is failing at home.
Giuseppe Conte has already quit due to immigration backlash.

And they each use Trump whom they don't like and with whom they disagree about everything to buttress their own positions. Socialist who each need America's economy to succeed, but need to do that unfairly while chiding the American president for not accepting their parasitical demands as an honor.

By reading the transcripts I suppose it is Merkel who comes closest to honest discussion.

The others are crap.

Macron's first polecat ambush. Not worth the trouble of reading. Or watching.

The arrogant Donald Tusk. Not worth the trouble of reading unless you're interested in knowing what insufferable international arrogance looks like. Not a G7 member, just another asshole to give Europe the additional weight needed to match Trump's natural gravitas. Total fail. Total slime.

Trump and Boris Johnson working breakfast.

Trump and Prime Minister Shinzo Abe. Corn, corn, corny-corn corn. Well, we'll see, won't we. Corndog sushi just doesn't have that ring to it. Then again, they don't have space to grow wheat given all the arable (water)-land is used to grow rice. Far less to grow corn.

Then again, don't you think they get tired of rice all the time? Rice Crispies, rice pudding, sembei, fried rice, boiled rice, risotto, steamed rice, sake, rice beer, rice miso, arancini, pesto rice, rice balls, salad rice, queso rice, curried rice, black rice, wild rice, brown rice, saffron rice, paella, rice pilaf, dirty rice, coconut rice, lemongrass rice. Rice day in and day out. Rice coming out of their ears, rice everyday, pooping rice out of their butts.

Sure, polenta and pork corn-tonkatsu would be great once in awhile.

Trump and Justin (sparkly pink socks) Trudeau. Why is this guy even here?

Trump and Boris Johnson discuss big trade deal. No transcript. If only they can work out a genuine trade deal with zero tariffs and zero non-tariff barriers both ways with tremendous pressure on both sides for specific protections. Then they will have the model for the rest of Europe to fall into. Then they will have the model for China to copy. As they do. Copy everything. Having no real collective imagination about anything beyond communism which is pure collectivism.

President Trump and President Abdel Fattah el-Sisi. Egypt is not a G7 member. This meeting it to antagonize Iran.

President Trump and Prime Minister Narendra Modi. India is not a G7 member. This meeting is to antagonize China.

President Trump and President Macron. This is a long video and nobody likes watching it. It's horrible. The host is drawing off the naturally occurring very real power of Trump, an accomplished person who is doing this job for free and at great expense to himself because he honestly believes his nation needs his peculiar trade expertise. Trump is a very big man in life apart from the presidency and Macron is a little man with a mama complex and Napoleon complex combined with no real life achievement outside of politics, and it shows when the two stand together and the small one is gesticulating wildly, chopping his liquid language to chunks, literally sucking the other one's ... neck, or whatever, drawing off energy as a vampire polecat. It's gross. It's ugly. It's very hard to watch and to hear. Ew, I hate this video to pieces.

Trump's own Twitter feed is far more interesting than any of this. Twitter is where Trump talks to us. He brags. He jokes. He slaps people around. He highlights things other people say about him. He toots his own horn.

In many ways Trump is similar to my own dad who mouthed off about everything. Everything. He was very hurtful sometimes. Very crude. Somewhat abusive in language. Extremely blunt. He f'k'd me up so badly sometimes I'd be put in a goth mood for weeks at a time. The advantage of that is we always knew precisely what he had on his mind.

Except for the times when we didn't.

It was well after they happened that I learned of the times that he followed me and watched over me without me knowing.

I learned that he followed me in his car to a dealership and watched from a distance behind plants as I negotiated the deal.

He followed me in his car all the way from his house in the foothills to my apartment in Denver to make sure I got home safely when I was ill.

I learned later he disposed of flower arrangement sent to my hospital room because it was in a black vase, and he associated black with death, and my situation was critical. He didn't want me to see the black vase.

What an asshole!

But he was trying to protect me.

That is what Trump is like to me. People at large give him no credit for the things that he does for us, the sacrifices he makes for us, they misconstrue purposefully, as children do toward their own fathers.

By reading Trump's Twitter account, I hear my own father. It has all the infuriating elements. All the same humor. The same hardness. The same tenderness. All the same genuine love.


There is nothing genuine in these transcripts and videos.

The journalist's questions are not genuine. The diplomatic responses are not genuine.

Nothing here matches my real life experience. All these things are like reading a fiction. About fictional characters doing fictional things and saying fictional sentences. They are not genuine.

My own daily experience is far more genuine than any of this in which the goodness of people comes shining through. Every single day. Every hour that I'm in contact with people.

People give me the best of themselves. Even children do.

I don't know why.

I can list the people I encountered in hospital, each one tender and gracious.

Then after that out and shopping I can recount each individual encounter and express it in terms of grace extended. People who stopped what they were doing and helped me, stopped what they were working on just to talk to me, to listen to me speak. Both workers and customers.

They allowed me my own language. They were amused by my swears combined with regular vocabulary. They showed genuine interest in the things I was saying and how I said them. They responded appropriately and imaginatively. Young people really do listen. They really are very helpful when you let them.

They make simple things like shopping a very real joy.

And I wonder, why don't I do all these things more often? I never fail to have fun. I never fail to see the very real angel-impulse that people show me in every single interaction and without fail.

Well. You know. Except for those few dopes who are too busy.