Let's go ahead and be corny:
the whole schtick was master-
fully staged, of course — the
courtyard of the Louvre, the
Beethoven chorus from the 9th,
the youngest leader of the na-
tion since Bonaparte, not by a
coup d’état. The clarifying wit
of I.M. Pei’s “foyer” struck us
as the capstone of the occasion;
the transparent, universally re-
cognized monument to the Interna-
tional Style, suggesting an entry
point all over again. None of it
makes sense to Americans who voted
for our little Donny Thump-Thump,
masturbating his way through his
great man fantasy of history; who
mime his Thump, and lobotomize
themselves for it at Fox, when
they wall themselves off from ev-
erything having to do with border-
less humanity, to say nothing of
a humanism reviled by their heret-
ic pastors. But if one wanted a
quiet star to shame the starch out
of Teresa May, and brush American
impostorship aside, there he was,
Make the day count? Who knows.
All one sees, is one renewing
wave, not cresting. Our newest,
bravest continent; the homeward
shore of humanity.
The Daily Express
May 8, 2017©
Tricouleur
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