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Pelosi Thoughts | Jump.bz

Do you know the performances of Benny Hill, the first Woody Allen and Mr. Bean, with the protagonist on duty causing irreparable catastrophes with every single gesture, involuntary or not? Here, Nancy Pelosi’s visit to Taiwan is fully part of the high school of catastrophic comedy, with the only distinction that in this case the catastrophe risks being planetary.

Imagine a quick-tempered elephant surrounded by huge shelves of porcelain, antique pottery and terracotta tableware. Those who approach him resort to all the precautions of the case, whispering benevolent words, avoiding sudden movements, showing themselves friendly and doing absolutely nothing that the giant pachyderm can perceive as a threat. Well, one day the village idiot arrives, a Miss Rottermaier but infinitely more snooty who shows up on the scene with a baseball bat screaming with a shrill voice like a pain in the ass miss universe: “I support democracy, no to the arrogance of illiberal forces! ” She takes a run from behind the elephant and hits him on the massive genitals of her. Do you want to see her pissed?

Then when it is realized that the Third World War may depend on the belching of an immeasurable asshole, the desire to laugh immediately becomes sadder.

One wonders, and not since yesterday, how it is possible that characters too grotesque to be true manage to seize the centers of power. Observing the deeds of the “greats” of the earth, from Trump who launches an assault on Congress because he lost the elections, to Putin who goes to war as if he were playing Risk, to Kim Jong-un who starves an entire people to build himself one more missile, Pelosi-style that pounds the most gigantic shit of the millennium and boasts of it as well, would be led to believe that the world leaders are distributed completely randomly. Are you a genius, are you a fool? It doesn’t matter, it’s up to you. In some ways it is even reassuring, because it seems that really anyone can do it. Then when it is realized that the Third World War may depend on the belching of an immeasurable asshole, the desire to laugh immediately becomes sadder.

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