Pointed as ever, Allan. Stingy. Prickling. Heeling for our daily tortured souls. The final Pra(v)da about the style of a model. Which is the real reason of course. Melania is a model, looks like a model, moves like a model, dresses like a model. To her the soil of this drowning and scorched earth is a catwalk. We must understand how all those red carpets rolled out before her give the impression of one endless catwalk. She must be bewildered if there is no carpet available. She is crying all the time, so she has to wear the darkest face-covering sunglasses. We should pity her, not mock her.

Friend of life and beauty and foe of spoilers of life and beauty. Golden marriage. Grandfather. Pianist and micro poet. Dutch, European.

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