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Thanks Donald.  You have been revealed.

Not only are you despicable for decrying gay marriage but now you have forced a black man in the highest office in the land to show his birth certificate like an undocumented worker.  What now?

Now you have the evidence that Obama with his weird name is really American you have decided to challenge the authenticity of his education.

Working in tandem with Fox News, in the back pocket of Rupert Murdoch…you are as credible as anyone can possibly be who works on a fake reality TV show.

A bi-product of your unrestrained Obama hatred?  The US press is finally talking about the vile racism that motivates you as well as these terrible Tea Party Republicans, these ghastly birther people.  They are finally acknowledging what I have been writing for months:  that these hateful people simply cannot come to terms with the fact that Obama is a black man in the White House.

Why has it taken them so long to articulate this?

Why?

Donald Trump.  What a terrible man.

His crude attacks on Obama may very well have finally focused the minds of this dumbed down, frenzied American media.  Even the so-called intelligent press jumped on the Birther conspiracy band wagon.  Now, like guilty children they stand back from the story embarrassed that they had anything to do with it in the first place.

Let us not forget that rotting at the very heart of this ‘news’ story are the mutilated bodies of countless black men, women and children whose enslavement, torture and death white supremacists like Trump, Limbaugh et al still gloat over.

Hung drawn and quartered, their bodies swing in trees for all to see.  This is exactly what is happening now.  An intellectual lynching.  I say again, these white, resentful fools are determined to undermine this President, not because he is a bad President but because he is black.

Fuck you Donald Trump.  Fuck you.

Robby and I walked on the beach yesterday.  The Little Dog was bitten (not badly) by a three-legged terrier.  He was terrified and screamed like a baby.  He is a bit traumatized today.  Keeping close to me.  The wound is healing.

I cooked a huge pasta dish for dinner and we sat on the terrace in the warm night air talking about the origins of Christianity.  The origins of the myth of Jesus and the pagan stories that fed into that myth.  After a while Robby went quietly to his room.  I asked if he was ok.

He said, “It’s like finding out that Father Christmas is a lie.”

He was really perplexed, his faith in the literal teaching of the Bible has been shaken.

This morning Juan came for breakfast to discuss his food truck idea.  We drank coffee and looked over the ocean.  The sea is calm.  Elsewhere tornadoes are raging through communities in Alabama.

I am thinking about the idea of mid-life crisis.  Will expand on this when I know what I want to say.

Fuck you Donald Trump.

The Royal Wedding?  What of it?  I remember the Charles and Diana fiasco very well.  I doubt whether this will compare.  Not for those of us who sat through it all before.  My friend Dan is in London covering the show for WWD.  My ears burning, I called him just as he was having afternoon tea with CP.  It cheered me up immediately speaking to them both.  Dan covered the Charles and Diana wedding for CNN.

I don’t have anything to say about Catherine Middleton nor William for that matter.  Their relationship seems very ‘modern’ which makes the entire event less relevant somehow.   Two youngish people getting married in grand circumstances for the sake of the British people and the Commonwealth.

I will be interested to see the dress.  Less interested to imagine how much this pantomime will cost the British people.  Expensive no doubt.

My brushes with the Royal Family over the years have been brief but fascinating.  The Queen, Princess Diana, Princess Michael etc.

Obama released his ‘long form’ birth certificate which had the effect of trumping Donald Trump‘s absurd ‘birther‘ nonsense.  More importantly I felt a great deal of immediate sympathy for The President.   Unusually.

Today, Miles has gone off to help Jennifer with her box delivery and Robby is running errands for his WeHo boss.

The little dog and I walked the new road and back again through searing heat.

I have devoted this week to gardening.  Planting Basil and Thyme. Sweeping paths, trimming shrubs.  Whenever I am in the garden the Little Dog helps out by digging random holes.  Since seeing the dog with the snake bitten face I am a little more cautious about him freely exploring the garden.

The boys generate a huge amount of laundry which I tackle with aplomb.

When Miles returned yesterday from a day on the beach we grilled pork loin and sat in the garden eating our simple dinner.  We discussed his burgeoning relationship and his understandable fears.  Before I gave my advice I warned him that my experience of relationships is woefully inadequate.  I didn’t really want to add my ha’penny worth.  I tried changing the subject.

We watched The Edge which is an appalling film.  Miles, a great fan of David Mamet, thinks the film ‘great’.  Now, I may not know about relationships but I know about films.   Tony’s performance was the only thing worth watching.  Making the best of a bad job.

I went to bed thinking about Miles.  I hope he understands that I know nothing special about love or sex or relationships.  One just makes it up as ones goes along.  Reinventing what may or may not work as opportunities present themselves.

My own relationship carnival begins the moment I step off the plane in NYC.  A film crew waiting for me with my sweet D.

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