YERP-ean Vacation

American tourists’ stock proclamation. “We’re going to YERP this summer.” If it’s Tuesday it must be Belgium. Guided bus tours and Viking river cruises. Groups going from one YERP-ean country to the next. Sweden? No. Switzerland? Where are we today? As in Bermuda shorts high-socks wearing wanderers. Then in 1992 it became an economic experiment. The EU. The Euro. Central Bank Chairs thought it could succeed. YERP. Despite centuries of ingrained cultures and histories. Former enemies financial friends. Nope. Never thought it would work.

Globalization is not in style, Hillary. Mark Cuban. Warren Buffett. Notwithstanding.

Shallow Bench

Both conventions are over. Hillary delivered a good acceptance speech. Though devolved into her perennial schoolmarm lecture cadence in the end. What are we left with? Neither party highlighted a new generation of Republicans or Democrats. Light on gravitas. The best speakers were cops and mothers and fathers and preachers.

So now. We have to choose between a wacky narcissist and a stale politicrat. Let’s hope this lousy avoidance avoidance conflict will shake things up so much that better candidates will emerge for the next election.

Roger Over and Out

The biggest story of this election season. Trump as the Republican nominee? Nope. It’s Ailes’ ouster as CEO of FoxBot Nation. The deacon of cleavage and legs finally got his parting shot. Media’s Most Obvious Dirty Old Man. Conservative icon gone. Karl Rove will now have to ditch the dress. Good riddance Roger.

Meet the Trumps!

The Family Trump is descending on Ohio. From Tiffany to Ivanka. Melania. Other blonde wives. Pulchritude meets frumpitude. You won’t see Mrs. Pence. Nor much of Mike after tonight. But, there will be Chachi. Happy Days! Dante/Jagger soap star, too. B- and C -listers galore. Make America Mediocre Again!

Across the pond. Just down the lane from Trump’s Turnberry Course in Scotland, Swede Stenson bested Phippy in an epic mano a mano match to take the Open. Staying cool.

American Brands

Clinton v. Trump. Hillary Clinton’s brand supersedes her gender. The Clintonian era is indelibly etched in main stream America’s modern culture. President. Two Terms. First Lady. Senator. Global Initiative. Presidential Candidate. Secretary of State. Presidential Candidate. Only the Bushes rival this stalemate.

The Trump brand is long suffered, too. True. Beauty pageants. Skating rinks. Casinos. Apprentice reality tv show. High rises. Golf courses. But, in politics. His brand is new.

Speaking of branding. Will she use her first name to keep the distinction pure? Hillary/Tim ticket. Or Clinton/Kaine.

NEXIT

BREXIT. NEXIT. Brits are preparing to vote on secession from the EU on June 23rd. Could the Netherlands be next? A whole domino effect may ensue. As migrants return over the summer, countries will hunker down into their respective cultures. Fear will return “Yerp” toward its original borders. Meanwhile, a petulant adolescent who may become President is stoking nationalism back in the U.S.A. Take stock of your 401k!

Media-crisy

Moral outrage. Righteous indignation. All of a sudden cable news is shocked at Trump’s racist comments. Calling for Republican leadership to denounce him and pull their endorsements. Hypocrisy on steroids. These are the same people who looked the other way when he called for a Muslim ban. Dodged David Duke. While covering every Donald rally 24/7. Trotting over to Trump Tower to kiss his ring. Giving him free time when he called in to every show on a daily basis. Most specious offenders. Mika & Joe. Ratings trumped racism. They still will.