Over here in a sunny country casting vores today AGAINST the female Trumphe, and FOR a president who totally squashed the tiny little paw of your president, childish but funny, we have been chuckling a while now, but the chuckling increases gradually to a storm of laughter, rolling like thunder. We are not busy with our will, we develop pills to stay forever young. We no longer are the Abendland, we look West and observe the downfall of the land of hope into a Nachtland. We always loved you, dear Yankees, but someone is making it hard to go on loving you. Stay put, stiff your upper lips because the Brits are falling apart too. En marche! Oh yeah, we saw the Trump Tower after the fall.