Me in Bảo Lộc, Trump on Mars and Yoon Crooning in Jail

[Bảo Lộc, 1/21/25]

I ran for the hills. No longer at sea level, I’m freezing my nuts off. Today’s low in Bảo Lộc is 59! I’ve gotten soft in my dotage. My beach bum outfit doesn’t help. Memories of freezing treks in Pittsburgh, Detroit, Denver and San Antonio rush back. Shivering in my third cafe at 8:48AM, I’m warmed by ginger tea as a fat cat stares at me. Just now, his owner said, “There’s the dog, there’s the dog, go play with your friend!”

In the 70’s, I would stop here on my way to Da Lat. Among the ghosts haunting a mountain pass just south of Bảo Lộc, three young ladies were particularly “linh.” Wiktionary defines it as “numinous, divine, holy, sacred.” A linh ghost is one that keeps interceding or interfering with those still killable. Those who died before tasting any of life’s key pleasures are prone to linger forever. A young man who had plunged down a ravine was found three days later on the same road, but yards away. In the hospital, he asked about three lovelies, also injured, who had helped him clamber from hell. Daily, travelers light incense sticks at the Three Misses Shrine.

Refusing to just chill in his foul inferno, Biden has preemptively pardoned Jewjab pushing Fauci. Leering Joe’s failure to do the same for Bourla, Wallensky, Rachel Levine and Mandy Cohen, etc., must be because he’s a Nazi. Though Trump is backed by at least a dozen Jewish oligarchs, he’s Adolf Hitler.

Biden’s boundless shamelessness is impressive. Jill’s, too. What a family! Defending monsters, you become monstrous yourself, even outwardly.