What Did I Read About Today?

     I'm not a journalist.  I cite sources when I feel like it.  If I'm writing a post on the intricacies of some article on the latest fashion choices of Tiffany Trump, with bonus speculation by the article's author on whether or not she's split up from boyfriend Ross Mechanic, I use quotations correctly, name the piece's author, the publication.  I also offer my own commentary on the publication, the piece's author's possible obsessions.  In the Tiffany Trump article, a piece I wrote about in a previous post in this blog, I learned that the author really gives a shit about expensive clothes and purses.  Really gives a shit about the people wearing them, but doesn't delve into their depths much since the subject, Tiffany, may not have depths.
     She's the second unloved daughter of a rich man with no morals.  Close to her mother, Marla Maples, Tiffany Trump was raised apart from the ogre, mostly.  Yet, she's ridden on Air Force One along with her ex-boyfriend, an heir himself, Ross Mechanic, whose Instagram account gives me the impression he's always on vacation.
     I found out that Maria Bartiromo, a very good-looking Fox News money clown who has a show approaching the subject of America from the original and fresh viewpoint of Wall Street, has a net worth of 22 million dollars, makes 6 million per year, probably sleeps on a bed of crushed emeralds.
     She's interviewed Trump, guest co-hosted Live With Regis and Kathie Lee in the 1990s, looks great in long flowing dresses when going out on the town, resembles a lost movie star stuck doing the same role repeatedly, albeit with an acceptable (for Hollywood) salary.  In spite of seeming like a polite and well-mannered person, a Brooklyn-born street fighter with a heart of platinum, Maria Bartiromo, from her broadcasts, is obsessed with money, just as Tiffany Trump is obsessed with clothes, and Ross Mechanic is obsessed with not working.
     I saw a photo today of Khloe Kardashian.  The caption says, "Khloe goes bowling."  A joke?  I'm not sure.  I don't remember her clothes but they looked casual/expensive.  What brightens the picture most is her orange-red fingernail polish.  Will she go into the bowling alley and search for an orange ball?  Is that her color this month?  Is an assistant carrying a bag containing Khloe's special and fashionable $59,000 bowling shoes, the footwear helping her avoid having to put her own feet into alley shoes used by uncounted others--people without their own TV shows?
     I also read about Jared Kushner's Mideast peace plan, how a recent conference included just about everyone except Israelis and Palestinians.  Automatically, that's a failure, but in Donald Trump's universe, just plow ahead, pretend like "we're moving forward," or "this is a hopeful sign."  What the plan portends is economic advancement of Palestinian businessmen willing to sell out their countrymen rather than justice for the horrors suffered daily by Palestinians at the hands of Israelis with U.S. consent.
     Leave it to the son of a convicted felon, Jared Kushner, to come up with a plan not addressing ordinary Palestinians' needs while milking money from those who will continue to exploit the Occupied Territories in violation of U.N. resolutions.  Jared Kushner, unlike Ross Mechanic and Tiffany Trump, breathes White House air, hears his father-in-law yelling, must pretend he's enjoying his life.  Is he afraid of following in his father's convict footsteps?  Does he worry hard about this at night while trying to sleep next to Ivanka, a woman with no morals who will do just fine if he ends up staring at the bottom of the narrow bed above, hearing his cellmate grunt, snore, and snort when clearing his sinuses?
     I wish upon these wealthy parasites ordinary life.

                                                                             Vic Neptune