Sorrowfully

Fiorella wrote this a year ago, and it bears repeating:

I thought that I would never see

A president as dumb as he

Putin's hand in his hand, Putin's ring in his nose--

He shall have riots wherever he goes

Wondering If

Fiorella is wondering if the National Rifle Association, once a well-respected organization that taught marksmanship and emphasized gun safety, has been victimized by the same people who have victimized the Parkland students--gun manufacturers willing to do anything to increase their profits. Have to add Putin into the mix too Those rubles have been making the rounds.

Truth and Consequences

A bee in his bonnet
Putin's ring in his nose
Trump shall spread discord
Wherever he goes

Like a panther in the night
Mueller prowls
No one know when he will strike
Till Trumper howls

Bras, Kardashians, Estela Carrillo, Trump, Afterlife

How do men survive without bras? Fio stores her glasses, credit card, car keys, lipstick, and a couple of Kleenexes in her bra while she's out gadding about. Good thing she doesn't have go through any metal detectors.
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Fiorella is tired of the stupid Trump family. She wants everything back to normal--you know, with the Kardashians being the dopiest family on television.
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Fio will admit she herself has been around long enough to know it's true that what goes around comes around, like names, fashion, politics, and philosophies. Nothing new under the sun, as they say. Hey--maybe that will apply to people too. See you in your next life!
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La Doble Vida de Estela Carrillo is drawing to its inevitable close, but it's still spitting out screwball drama. Danilo knocked out Estela with an anesthetic for horses so he could rape her, but she doesn't know it yet because she was--well--knocked out. That boy's getting more and more vicious--remember that he strangled Tommy to death last week--and there's not much further he can go, though it might be a good idea if, on his way out, he took down Mr. Green, the evil Americano politician who held Estela and her daughter captive for a week or so.
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What if Trump once upon a time had a brain of his own which was replaced by a Russian model installed by Putin and is operated by Melania?

POLITICIZING

Putin's hand held in his
Putin's ring in his nose
He shall have riots
Wherever he goes.
I thought that I
Would never see
A president
As dumb as he

Bones, Spanish, Trump

Fiorella is dense--at least that's what her doctor said. Well, actually what she said is that Fio's bones are dense, but Fio could have told her that. Twenty years ago Fio learned that her bones had the density of a women half her age, which meant she  would never get osteoporosis. All Fio can say is "Thank you, genetics. Thank you, all you cows whose milk I drank from childhood on and still drink today."
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Fio is getting discouraged in her quest to find Spanish teaching aids for herself, but she persists. If she can get a rock edge built along her entrada de los coches, she will eventually work out ways to help her learn el espanol.
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Trump sinks deeper and deeper in the dreck. It's come out that he and Putin planned the air strike scenario two months ago. Putin may have also had something to do with the gassing. WHEN WILL THIS END? WHEN WILL THE LEGISLATURE REVOLT? WHEN WILL THE PUBLIC REVOLT? WHEN CAN WE BE PROUD OF AMERICA AGAIN?
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Writing,Spanish, Rocks, Politics, Art

Fiorella is clearing the deck to finish writing Phillipa's story, but she'll admit she's a little gun shy. Every time she got going on it, life interrupted--the auto accident, Husband's hospitalizations, holidays, the taxes, you name it. Please send good energy this way.
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Fio is concerned that her tenuous Spanish is slipping because she doesn't have a telenovela to watch anymore. She looks at La Piloto every now and then, but can't figure out why Yolanda prefers the drug lord to the ruggedly handsome DEA agent, and she doesn't like it that people are always shooting at each other. Fio prefers more sophisticated murders, like pushing people off balcones or witholding their aspirators.
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Now that Fiorella's wall along the driveway is nearing completion, Fio is spending more time exploring the acreage. She finds good rocks along the way, of course, and stockpiles them in cairns for later pick up.
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Don't think Fio has faded from the poitical scene. She's still infuriated by the things that are going on in DC, but there are so many things that she's a little dazed. How can our so-called president get away with all these shenanigans? How can anybody? On the other hand, she's pleased that forces are zeroing in on the Russian angle. As she has been saying, Putin smiles.
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The church art thing is drawing nearer and Fiorella is trying to decide what to submit. It's a show-off opportunity really, and Fio doubts if anyone ever buys anything, but she's still thinking of a new a painting, maybe of bluebonnets along a split-cedar fence. Or she might just take a portrait she did of Husband when they were newlyweds. We'll see.
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The Plot

Donald Trump, ugly man,
Signs a heartless Muslim ban
Turns the country upside down
Grabs his clubs, skips out of town,
And in the Kremlin, across the miles,
Putin smiles. Putin smiles.

Fiorella Figures Out Putin's Plot

Putin is playing us. First he maneuvered to get rid of Hillary, a hawkish and knowledgeable candidate he couldn't control. Then he waited until just before Trump's inauguration to let it leak out that he has videos of Trump's sexual escapades in Russia during that infamous beauty pageant. Now, because we are all so involved with the mess he's put us in, he can do anything he wants without a word of restraint--retake the former USSR states, fiddle with the Middle East, and, his ultimate goal, replace the President of the United States as world leader.

Mercurial with a Purpose

Trump is like a ventriloquist.  He talks out of both sides of his mouth.  As he explained to a talk-show host, when he's trying to strike a deal with someone, when he wants something from people, he acts like they're his best friends. That must be the reason for his recent turn-around regarding the Latina governor of New Mexico.  After savaging her, he's suddenly reversed course and is saying he loves her, and that she's doing a great job. Translation: he wants her to kowtow, just like Paul Ryan and the other Republicans have.  Apparently he thinks that sweet-talk technique will also work with Putin, the Chinese, and Kim Jon Ugly.

The Arabs, though, he wants to bomb off the face of the earth--and possibly the Hispanics, if they don't stay on their side of the border.

At least, that's what he's saying today.

Where Are You?

Gdyeh moy roosskee druzyah ooshlee?

Where have Fio's Russian friends gone? Ever since Fiorella began this blog in 2008, the old Soviet bloc has been her major audience. Whether it was because of her own Eastern European roots, because she'd studied the roosskee yazik in college, or because Putin thought her posts were so ridiculous that they must be encrypted messages to American spies lurking about in the Kremlin, Fio doesn't know.  All she knows is that they're gone.

On the other hand, her Chinese following is picking up.  Nee hao!