Black Friday-and Black Tuesday-and Funereal Wednesday-thanks for nothing

Two weeks ago my people lost their collective marbles and voted an ignorant, bullying racist to be the next president of the United States. Yikes! That was certainly a black Tuesday in American history; since we learned of this absolute catastrophe in the early hours of Wednesday morning, I think the day qualifies as being even more back: Funereal Wednesday, the day the American Dream died-and became as dead as the dodo.

I received some bad news of my own-and that is why I haven't posted for the past two weeks. I've been that freaked out-plus, I had to get into warrior mode and push to get things done. But more about that later.

Trump? Seriously?? What were my people thinking? Were they thinking? And with what? I've lived in a country that is filled with the braindead, inbred, obnoxious, rude-and just simply lucky to be alive and not be speaking German as a first language. How so many of these imbeciles got past puberty is a mystery I will probably never solve. And now my own people vote for Trump: a racist, fascist, misogynistic, xenophobic, homophobic, anti-Muslim, bullying, pathologically lying, scum sucking reptile. And he's very likely to be a rapist and a pedophile, too. Did I miss anything-besides the factthat he is an evil bastard?

Trump led the lowest, dirtiest political campaign in the history of politics-he has no experience and no scruples (just like a politician), he comes across as a redneck ignoramus, and I don't care how much money he has, he is the worst president we will ever have the misfortune to elect-even worse than Bush, and I never thought that I would say that. He and Malaria stood up when the ghastly announcement came, and they were dripping with insincerity and hypocrisy. And Malaria-well, whether you liked Obama or not, you must admit that Michelle actually did things, learned things, wasn't a plastic first lady. But Malaria? She opened her mouth and you could hear that she is too dimwitted to even be considered a halfwit. She thinks Douchebag Donald is a "wonderful man"-sure, Malaria, he's wonderful. That's what they said about Crippen. And Stalin. And Hitler.

Yesterday I gave thanks for a lot of things-and one of them is the fact that, if the Democrats get their act together, we only have to suffer Trump and his merry band of bigots for four years. Hopefully the damage can be repaired by the next - qualified- president. This one is a total a**hole.

And, by the way, this monster has the nuclear codes. If that doesn't scare the crap out of you, let me repeat it: this degenerate monster has the nuclear codes.

What can possibly go wrong??????

I said I got bad news, and I received it on-Black Tuesday. The MRI results showed the possibility of metastasis in the lumbar spine. I knew that cancer could come back-but I didn't expect it to recur so quickly. So I was more depressed about the possibility that I have cancer than I was about my own people electing a cancer. Eeesh!!

My oncologist ordered an urgent bone scan to really check if there was a recurrence. And the imaging people said that it would be a few weeks before I could have the scan. And this is where it helps to be a warrior. I started making phone calls, and I refused to take no for an answer. I finally was able to reach the cancer nurse, who got back to me the next day and told me that she'd arranged for me to have the bone scan the following Monday morning (last Monday). That was a few hours of being irradiate-and the scanner was moved to within an inch of my nose (no exaggeration: I was afraid the tech would sneeze, or lose concentration, and I would be completely flattened). I then had to wait another week to see Mr. T and get the verdict. Meanwhile, I had other hospital appointments-every single bloody day!- so I was a bit busy. And knackered. And afraid-very, very afraid.

I got the news just in time for Thanksgiving: there is a lot of arthritis (but everyone over the age of 30 has arthritis somewhere-unless they never get out of bed), but no sign of malignancy. Mr. T. is ordering another scan, a very long one, and that will take place next week. This one will show if anything resembling cancer is brewing anywhere-so it's worth the extra radiation just to be certain that there is no cancer anywhere. I'll be so radioactive that nobody should stand anywhere near me if they ever want to have children.

I cried on the way back, I was that relieved. I didn't realize that the whole cancer experience was one from which I never really recovered. The prospect of a reprise sent me into a tailspin. So when I got back, I went online and I ordered a toaster.

A what? I hear you ask? A toaster? Well, I got fed up with toasting things under the grill-which I've done for years-and since I figure I'm not dying any time soon, I bought a toaster-a red one, in case you're interested. And yesterday I stuffed myself with turkey and all the trimmings, and had a glass of wine to celebrate the fact that I'm not dead.

I have a great idea (and when I called my friend in New York to wish her a Happy Thanksgiving, I mentioned it.). Everyone who was intelligent enough NOT to vote for the reptile should have a t-shirt printed, and millions of people should march on Washingto on January 20th to protest against the new fascist president. And what should the t-shirt say? I like statement t-shirts, by the way. So it should read: "Where is Lee Harvey Oswald now that we really need him?"

(the rest of you can just Google it).

Where are we? At the wire, that's where...

One more day and we find out whether or not our country is finished. And here I thought that I'm living in Dipshit Central, land of the obnoxious, inbred and braindead. Oh, crap!

It was always the case that every trend seemed to start in the USA and then find its' way over to Europe. But something has happened. I wonder if someone left Europe and landed in the States with a contagious retard virus. How many people want to see that misogynist, bigoted, exceptionally nasty weirdo and pervert in the White House? Obviously I'm talking about Trump. I watched as his wife stood in front of the media and said that she will make a wonderful first lady, and she just loves, loves, loves the country. I wanted to vomit.

I don't even know-or remember-the name of Trump's wife. I just call her Malaria. Close enough. The thought of Trump and Malaria in the White House is sending reverberations around the world: either it is a vomiting virus or a reaction to Trump buying his way into the White House...it's hard to tell.

Just think: millions of Americans will be committing suicide on Wednesday. And, because Trump feels that everyone should have a gun, the rest of them will be shooting each other. That'll cure overpopulation, that's for sure.

I'm just keeping my head down and hoping that Hillary wins tomorrow-not that it makes a difference to the fact that we are the laughing stock of the entire world. But-at least we would have a president who has experience and capability.

Meanwhile I am preparing to have a case of laryngitis that will last for the next four years (just in case). And I'm packing.

Anybody for Iceland?

Is Donald Trump America's answer to Jimmy Savile?

I was going to make jokes about being at the hospital so often that I'm thinking about having my mail redirected. I was even going to make jokes about changing the nipple dressings and looking to see that it looks like I've sprung two cauliflowers on my chest. The horrible fact of this is that one is tiny (done by the junior doctor) and the other (done by Steve) is so large I might have to carry it around in a sling. Or a hoist. This is what happens when you are an NHS patient: assembly line/conveyor belt medicine. Bring them in, operate (or talk to them for five minutes), then get them out and bring in the next sucker (oops. I mean "patient"...no, I mean "sucker").

But in the midst of all this medical palaver, what happened? The leaked email scandal happened. And, because this blog is not only about recovery from medical negligence but is also about what it is really like for an American to live in Britain, I have to say something. And say something I will.

Has anybody over there figured out that the REPUBLICAN head of the FBI deliberately instigated this witch hunt less than two weeks before the election? Nobody here has worked that out-but, of course, this is the home of brain-dead inbreds, so that is to be expected. I wonder how much Trump had to pay these FBI tossers to do this for him. Perhaps it's a case of quid pro quo if my people-MY people!! are stupid enough (or desperate enough) to elect the monster to the Presidency.

We had someone here called Jimmy Savile. Savile also hated women, made derogatory-and suggestive, and leering-remarks about young girls. Savile, however, was the BBC's golden boy (read that as "cash cow"). And Savile, who hosted a very popular show called "Jim'll Fix It", brought the viewership of the BBC up substantially, so everything he did was covered up.

Savile was a pedophile, a pervert, someone whose insatiable appetite for minors meant that he didn't just help children who wrote to him. He helped himself to those children, and others. Everyone at the BBC-all the management-actually now we know that there wasn't anyone at the BBC who didn't know that Savile was a sexual predator-covered up all his nasty, perverted activities.

Who suffered from Savile's lust for children? The children suffered. Because he was Jimmy Savile, people were afraid to speak out. And when the fertilizer finally hit the fan, Savile had the bad manners to die before he could be imprisoned. What a scumbag. And further investigations uncovered several other television and radio "personalities" who also sexually abused young people. Did it start with him making lewd comments about young girls? Who knows when or where it started. The point is, the Beeb knew and allowed it to go on (it probably still goes on now).

My point: Trump has made suggestive remarks on more than one occasion. He's a pig and a monster, and I'm wondering if he will go the Savile way. Will he get into the Oval Office and have his FBI friends procure (read that as "pimp") for him? Is he just a loud mouthed misogynist, someone who derides women (well, he is ugly. If he didn't have money, who would look twice at him without throwing up?), someone who obviously feels that all his money can buy the White House.

Can it? Is he right? He will make a mockery of the position of President - and, as it is, we are already the laughing stock of the rest of the world. Imagine him in the White House: anti-Muslim, anti-Semitic, anti-women's rights, anti just about everything that our country stands for. Imagine. He promises to bring back the steel industry (surely people in Ohio and Pennsylvania aren't THAT naive? Surely?? Please??). He's in bed with Putin, obviously. Nice bedmates-but better Putin than as many 14 year olds as he can get his creepy paws on.

What if he is more than just a redneck misogynist with a penchant for bullying and manipulating everyone he possibly can-and for pissing off everyone else? What if he turns out to be another Jimmy Savile? What if??

Everyone in power knew about Savile, and it was one of the most disgusting and disgraceful cover-ups in the history of the BBC (and the media at large. And small). And nobody protected those victims whose lives he destroyed. Nobody.

Nobody stopped the monster Jimmy Savile. Who is going to stop the monster Donald Trump?