And now within the (possibly.. Shirley we can See..) LAST 'Presidency as constituted now', I foresee that I cannot get to Isle of Man and a few.. via train:
SO: I quite wonder what *My* first encounter with Fatherland Security droids shall evoke within.

(Am quite not so hoary as.. ever to have hit a Deutsche bahnhof during the reign of The German Caligula-fo-the-Ages) [shall they Ever get truly OVER the Horror that One Man-creature wreaked in THER NAME??]
Well, here WE are 4-23-17: racing to share THAT SAME podium. As mindless, feckless, GULLIBLE cohorts.

Worse! Now the Bannon Shogunate has directly attacked/reversed ALL the hard-won protections of every species of animal, TOO (including ours) with an alacrity which can only be comprehended in Jungian/Freudian terms.

The race to realize the **Control-fantasy which arose within young Donald, a fantasy thoroughly inculcated by his deranged-Vater-from that very first-Vaterland. Its basis?
[Right out of Alistair Sim in School for Scoundrels] (recommended for your viewing discomfort on Hallowe'en.)] Its message?
"He who is not One-Up is ... ... One_-Down."

Yup, lookin forward/sorta to that First encounter with Faatherland Security, the ultimate CHA. CHA. CHA. for fascist-Murica Du Jour.

Watch yer back fellow aviators! {as that legendary spam-in-a-can: can *you* imagine flying ..with 499 Others in one of those New Winged Auditoria from Worldwide Air-Corporate??)


Ch.. ch.. Cheers! + Vroom ;^>