There’s an old ‘definition’ of the Yiddish word ‘chutspa’, which broadly means ‘cheek’ or ‘liberty’, but much more so. A man is on trial for murdering both his parents and appeals on the grounds that he’s an orphan. That’s chutspa. And is, in fact, the very same plea that Donald Trump is using in his latest (of sooooo many) court case. The one in which he’s accused of plotting to overturn an election result, in which he lost the presidency, and he’s appealing on the grounds that he was the president, and thus immune from prosecution.

Which underlines my point the other week (I’m sure you made notes) that although I greatly admire the man’s wonderful stance in support of Israel (even if its only to keep the support the Bible Belt voters who he needs to regain the presidency), he remains, in all other matters, a vile and despicable piece of shit.

However, there are other matters of greater importance than ‘The Great Orange One’, at the moment. There’s the brother. Now surgically removed.

Yes, they operated and then removed him from surgery, back into the Intensive Care Unit, where, according to his nurse this morning, ‘they’re waking him up slowly’. And as he’s been asleep since Friday morning, it probably will be very slowly. He’s a beast all day if he hasn’t had at least 6 days sleep. But the operation went well. Up to a point.

They did what they had to do in there, sewed him back up and, other than his blood pressure being a bit low, all is looking good. But they couldn’t find a perforation. Oh. But, but, but… that was the problem which started the whole thing? Wasn’t it? And if it wasn’t a perforation, WTF was it??? Obviously a very bad (ie; near fatal) infection, but from what? We need to know.

Three weeks is the longest Richard has ever gone without eating a curry. Three days was the previous record. And three hours for a Diet Coke. I shall take him both when I visit him later. In celebration. I’m sure they’ll be ok with that at the hospital.

Happy Wednesday

A xxxx