If we are all still here after Saturday, we can rejoice in the emergence of Mike Bloomberg’s Global Business Forum. The New York billionaire who should be President. Don’t blame me. I voted for him! Rational. Professional. Ethical. Brilliant. And. He really does have a macro economic vision. Unlike. Well. That other New York billionaire (ish).
Then. Find Conan O’Brien’s trip to Israel. On this Jewish New Year. An hilarious and heartbreaking synopsis of what a world at peace could be. Good people on both sides of the Wall. And beyond. Must see.
The “cone of uncertainty”. A newly minted weather phrase that promises unpredictability. With. No accountability. Will. The hurricane hit what city. Trump’s generals take us to war against North Korea’s “rocket man”. The stock market correct to pop the overvalued bubble. The NFL implode. Democrats and Republicans meld to disappear. The United Nations get swept into the East River. Yes. The world is in the path of an amorphous Category 5 cyclone.
Solar Eclipse 2017. Truncated at 70% in NYC. It was basically a sunny turned gray day non-event. But lots of people were wearing weird glasses in Central Park.
Movie filmed on our block on election day last November. Just released. Not doing so good. The Only Living Boy in New York. Callum Turner. Cynthia Nixon. Probably left on the cutting room floor.
Meanwhile, we are saved! Mike Bloomberg is assuming the helm. Snatching the tiller from Hillary & Co.
Is it just me or has Trump suddenly taken a liking to hiking in the woods at Camp David. Now talking about an Arab confab there to thwart terrorism. This the guy who prefers gold faucets and Toto toilets. 18 holes of pristine greens rather than a ratty old tee on a pine cone path. So. Why? Maybe because he watches House of Cards. Of course he does. President Frank Underwood endured a Bohemian Grove-esque weekend ‘men’s trip’ to unearth secrets and lies from the deep forest state around a camp fire to get a leg up.
Hmmm. Wonder when Don will buy a flannel shirt to match his squirrely hair.
Trump Doctrine? Global Pragmatism. Make deals. With Russia to help combat terrorism in return for a softer ouster of the House of Assad. Also allowing Putin to push boundaries in his own backyard. Secretary of State Rex Tillerson leverages Exxon-Mobil relationships to get key players around the table. Was strident Syria stand-off a ploy to divert attention from potential election collusion? To pave the way for a nouveau détente. Probably. And with China. Financial and trade deals in exchange for help with Syria and North Korea.
Of course. Trump could derail his own doctrine in a minute. In reaction to a perceived slight. With an errant press conference remark. Or a tweet.
No. Not Trump Tower & Times Square traffic at Christmastime. Nor gridlock in government. It’s the new global economic reality. Coined in the U.K. JAM = Just About Managing. Families who are living paycheck to paycheck. Just getting by. At best. Brexit voters and Theresa May. France’s LePen backers. Italian anti-Renzi renegades. Trumpsters in the U.S.A.
It’s the economy all the way. Class stratification across ethnic, political and ideological labels. There were lots of non-white faces at that Carrier plant in Indiana. Get it elite donor class? Leave your safe spaces. Understand the working-class voters. It’s a new day.
Steak dinner was great. Then. The debate. Neither took my advice. Hillary wore a red Bozo the Clown outfit. Donald showed up. Clinton seemed rested. Trump tired. Nobody landed a knockout punch. Pundits loved HRC. Middle America stayed with DJT. Call it a draw.
Meanwhile. DeutscheBank looks like it’s going the way of Lehman. Highest stakes in Euroland. If Merkel doesn’t bail it out, will the continent’s economy collapse. Could be.