More news of those whom my friend Gorilla Bananas charitably calls “alpha males”, as Donald Trump surfaces in a Time magazine article about effective working habits. He ascribes his phenomenal creativity and success (sic) to his strict routine of taking regular downtime for thought and reflection.
I’m sorry, but I don’t find this at all credible. A moment’s real introspection would immediately present him with two questions that he has quite obviously never asked himself:
a) why on Earth did I marry that hard-faced Czech bitch?
b) what the fuck is that thing on my head?
Photo finish though it is, I think the former question the most pressing. When I was living in Moscow in the late 80s, I was amused by the many pointless and Byzantine ethnic rivalries among the various Slav populations I met, but easily the most unpopular with all the others were the Czechs. They were universally condemned as Teutonic wannabes, effortlessly combining German charm and Slavic efficiency. This reputation is not entirely unearnt, as I discovered in Prague a few years later, but on the whole the Czechs are a friendly and pleasant bunch. But that Ivana Trump is stamped right through, like a stick of sour rock, with preternatural golddigger malevolence – Hillary Clinton with a beehive.
She has a yacht, you know. She calls it Ivana. Further comment would be superfluous, but suffice it to say that while the East Germans had a wall to keep their folk in, the Czech border was mined to keep Ivana from coming back.
Donald Trump and unobtrusive accessory, yesterday. Obviously exhausted from all that thinking he’s been doing.