The Smell Of Elderberries

 Somewhere last Wednesday, it was Taco Tuesday. 

Perhaps it was something about the international dateline, but somehow Taco was on full display this past Wednesday. 

Trump Always Chickens Out. 

After weeks of insisting that he was going to take the autonomous territory of Greenland by any means necessary, including the use of military force, he backed down. In the face of the stern faces of world bankers and leaders of the European Union, he gracelessly stumbled backward on his promise to seize the island nation in the Arctic Ocean. 

Instead, he burbled something about a "framework" that would allow him to be satisfied with conditions to remain essentially the same as they were before he started making all his scary faces and noises. This "concept of a deal" was announced with the North Atlantic Treaty Organization, the same group the convicted felon had been threatening for days just prior to Dear Leader's trip to Switzerland. If this sounds vaguely reminiscent of the "concepts of a plan" the adjudicated rapist had on a health plan, you'd be correct. 

The folks sitting across from this orange clown recognized the Worst when they saw it. They were able to do something that the United States Congress has been unwilling to do for more than a year now: Just Say No. Not tariffs. No invasion. No mucking about with agreements between nations that have stood the test of time. Take your Taco Bell and go back to the mess you made back in the country that left you in charge. 

And if you think you got a nasty taunting this time, you ain't heard nothing yet, daffy American President!

Maybe Mike Johnson just needs to watch more Monty Python.