They’re talking to their audience (as usual)
Forget the razzle dazzle factor. I have the local PC leadership convention running in the background (so I’ll know who the next leader will be). Paint the whole thing in tones of grey, eh. If you say the organization name often enough, it seems to calm the assembled masses.
Another tee-shirt day, locally. The dog and I went to town (for groceries) and clearly, we’re still a few days away from any winter conditions. Back home, there wasn’t much else going on (why else would I be listening to a political convention). My lunch time / supper time pizza was wonderful (put in perspective). My bad; the voting hasn’t happened yet. Actually, they’re still talking at their audience. I’m going to have to make a rational choice here and go see if there is something (anything else!) on TV.
There’s always the neighbourhood watch. To the south, certain of the “old” presidents are busy, dissing the “new” president. Tactfully, to be sure. The name that triggers the tweet thumb goes unmentioned. We (the rest of the world) know who is being discussed. One of those things that kids learn from living with parents… if they’re spelling things out, best pay attention. A dropped letter or two is important!
And here at home, the minister of finance has informed the press that he won’t look to them for lessons on how to act ethically. His idea of a burn? Weak, sir! Perhaps you should consider a long break, in your secret French villa. There must be someone (anyone?) that can take your place.
