HE WASN’T due to start work at the White House until August 15 yet a today, July 31, Communications Director Anthony Scaramucci has been given his marching orders, according to the New York Times.
That’s some kind of unemployment record. By my reckoning he owes Trumpton two weeks severance pay!
We’ve kept yoghurt in our fridge longer than Trump kept Scaramucci!
Apparently he’s been removed by Trump at the insistence of newly appointed Chief of Staff ‘Generalissimo’ John Kelly.
Who’s running the rattletrap runaway railway train that Washington has become?
And what kind of loser must Hillary Clinton have been to not to win against this lunatic crew?
BBC Newsnight hot shot Emily Maitlis recorded the first interview with the little creep in which Scaramucci declared he preferred stabbing opponents in the front rather than the back – it’s not yet clear where HE got HIS.
Questions it raises:
1. How many clean slates does a new president need?
2. In future will everyone be White House Comms Director for fifteen minutes?
3. Will Putin step in to help his pal The DONALD this time around? Will Morth Korea choose the confusion to send Trump a rocket?
Your thoughts are welcomed. Keep ’em cleaner than Scaramucci could!
Mr Banks, why are your articles surrounded by adverts for BraCli Original Pearl Thongs, featuring women’s pert bottoms and coy topless poses?
At least they are in Spanish! And I am in Espana.
Says one ad seductively: Descubre el placer de las joyas intimas.
But, Ah, I think. The ads nowadays are selected by the Cookie Monster, designed and designated by the customer’s own weaknesses and wants.
So am I to blame for the ads I see?
A man hooked on cars gets ads from Ford and Peugeot.
A lady with a fondness for choccies gets only ads from Cadbury.
The lady! That’s it! This iPad thingy is used almost exclusively by my fashion-obsessed missus!
So the ads for briefs and sexy underwear must be aimed at her.
That’s a relief. For a moment there I feared the great unseen Artifical Intelligence had sussed out my deepest and darkest desires.
Yes indeed: lustfulness is truly in the eye (and in the cookie trail) of the beholder and you, Deeply Fortunate One, are beholden to your co-cookie-habitee. You have undoubtedly benefited from an idle inquiry your partner has previously made in the search for apparel with which to enliven your relationship. The advertiser is now undoubtedly following your every slavering net movement via algorithm. There’s certainly nothing we here at VoTN can do about it and, probably, little that you would wish to do to discontinue the auto-reply titillation. So like the ad said, “Descubre el placer de las joyas intimas“!
Yes Mr Snodgrass. We believe you. The adverts are aimed at your missus. As are the Viagra ads. What we should be told is whether your desire is to actually wearing the pearl thong yourself while knocking back Spanish beer.
Editor: I wonder what other advert anomalies your readers have found?