Lokk, we already KNOW what will happen: tfg will get jealous because all his “now-buddies” will start to get more press. Or they’ll (gasp) disagree with him. . .or. . .something else. . .he’ll replace them one by one by one, then he’ll do it again. In his spare time, he’ll swagger around, trying to look presidential with those lowered brows and ostrich-beak mouth, speaking lucidly for about three minutes, and then veering off into whatever wet dream he’s having at the moment. He’ll “visit” other countries so he can get off the plane and be met by dignitaries; his spawn will play with other dictators’ spawn; and his “wife” will swank around in perfectly fitting gowns—maybe she’ll decorate the White House for Christmas again. See? I don’t hafta read the “news” for the next two years. . .
I can guarantee that NO cat is ever deeply relaxed. . .mine’s ears are always alert and pointed, and at the LEAST little noise, they’re alert: never can tell. . .it might be something to eat or something to chase. . .
OMG! A character in a book I’m reading pointed out that Sisyphus (‘member him???) the rock pusher is just a metaphor for daily life. . .this is right alongside that. . .BUT at least it doesn’t add that treacly “Have a blessed day!”
All one has to do to be accused of TDS is to tell the truth about him and is doings. . .