Wie geht's?
Wow - that was a dramatic week that's just passed.
It began with Samantha celebrating her wedding anniversay and ended with Adam and Ashleigh celebrating theirs. Along the way Jade glammed up and went off to a medical ball, I battled a tummy bug while away in Gisborne and the American's took an age to declare a President-elect in the U.S. election.
It dawned on me what a different system the British parliamentary one is. Here and Australia and the UK, the party, ministers and the Prime Minister are elected at the same time. Makes sense, right.
In America the President is a stand alone election, and then, apart from a running mate, he or she creates the team around themselves after they win. Weird when you think about it. Blind faith is the order of the day.
Anyway, we (the world) survived four years of Trump and his swamp creatures (Rudy Guiliani is just the unhinged tip of the stinking iceberg).
Now that he and his family have been fired, he can go and play golf, tweet to his hearts content, and badmouth everyone who doesn't toady to his every word. Oh wait - he does all of that now.
So, erm, maybe now he'll have to face up to all of the lawsuits from the women who have claimed improper conduct, front up to the banks over all those loans, pay taxes, and spend some time with Melania.
What's that sound? Apart from the chickens coming home to roost, that's the planet's giant sigh of relief.
Love and peace - WNP
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