Don't You Adore Your Meddling, Witchy Aunt Biddy?

On Oliver Cromwell, the Anabaptists, in an address to King Charles II, said: "That grand impostor, that loathsome hypocrite, that detestable traitor, that prodigy of nature, that opprobrium of mankind, that landscape of iniquity, that sink of sin, that compendium of baseness who now calls himself our Protector."

 

Liz gave us this quote as we began gathering in the great room. Oh, you don't think she was trying to ascribe these horrendous traits to the Meddler-in-Chief, the witchy little snit that nobody in the world likes, do you? Remember Aunt Biddy, who was always in a witchy snit, acting like she owned the world and trying to tell everybody what to do? Well, you probably found out after a couple of days in her company that not only did she not own the world, but that she didn't know anything about it, she just thought she could throw her weight around and get her way by being snotty and obnoxious. Well, the brief holiday is over and she's just about to get her comeuppance because now the world is going to tell her what to do and throw its collective weight around and at her. Snooty old snit, serves her right, and she's going to be cornered like any other female dog.

 

Ah! Schuyler told us his cocktails were ready to be poured, and just in time. Tonight he mixed up a batch of Gin Swizzles. He made them with Bombay Sapphire Gin and Angostura Bitters.

 

New Allies, So Watch Your Back, Bushie
Poor George, he either can't or doesn't read, so he's completely oblivious to his surroundings, and of course, completely disdainful of his few "allies." While he's been engrossed in his nefarious activities, the corruption, the cronyism, the shafting of the poor and middle classes, the elevation to high positions of people who have disserved the nation, alliances have been in the making all across the world. This, Bob told us, is something that a real world leader would have been aware of, but this guy, well, he's clueless. Between those ugly pointy ears there must be a mass like that of a jellyfish: primitive and simple.

 

Seems that while Bush has been busy flipping the bird at Tony Blair through his obscene behavior on the world stage, Blair has been busy mending ties with Germany and France. At the same time, Germany, England, France and Spain have been busy renewing alliances with China and Russia. And Spain and Russia have been busy building close ties with Venezuela. Canada feels much more warmly about Latin America than it does about the United States, so, like sweet Aunt Biddy, Bush and his henchmen (and women/lady dogs) are pretty much all alone in the world. Heck, cripies, just look at the numbers, Aunt Biddy's disliked by 70% of her own people, now that's a new low, even for somebody who knows low better than anybody except Cheney-Rumsfeld-Rice-Gonzales and Goss.

 

Aunt Biddy's Fascist Strategy Failed: She's Now Marginalized
You know that hook in the corner of the lip of the Snarl-in-Vice? Well, it's really a little swastika. Cheney & Co. tried to make Business Número Uno, tried to make the middle and lower classes Zero, and tried to marginalize "Old Europe." Bush-Cheney & Co. tried to sack Hugo Chávez, the democratically elected president of Venezuela. Well, what he accomplished was making Aunt Biddy the snootiest, snottiest, most disliked person on the face of the earth. Now, the United States is being marginalized, as the rest of the world binds together in ever-closer ties that reach completely around the globe, skirting the U.S. totally.

 

Spain is part of Old Europe of course, and a close ally of Hugo Chávez. They have just agreed to sell him ten C-295 military transport planes, two CN-235 naval patrol planes, and eight coastal patrol vessels. Russia, another new close ally of Venezuela, is selling Chávez 100,000 AK-47 assault rifles and 22 helicopters.

 

Venezuela is the world's fifth-largest oil producer, but he is now selling oil, or giving it, to Cuba, and Spain has partnered with Venezuela in myriad petrochemical projects. The Spanish oil giant Repsol has now partnered with the Venezuelan oil giant Pdvsa, and who stands to benefit from this alliance?

 

China. So, the world is circling in partnership, completely circumventing Aunt Biddy, who little by little by stupid and insensitive fascist and uppity behavior, has left herself outside, in the cold. In the very cold.

 

More Ties that Bind and Marginalize Snooty, Snotty Aunt Biddy
Venezuela is now actively beginning a nuclear energy program. They are, as usual, not alone. They have become allies with Brazil and Argentina. With Venezuela's economy having increased by 17% this year, nobody can doubt they can finance whatever it is they want. So, since Aunt Biddy has been über-obnoxious, has put all her energy into torture and unhinged behavior because of the Snake Pit mentality of Cheney, Rove, Goss, Rice, Rumsfeld & Co., Old Europe, most of "New" Europe, China, Korea, Japan and most of Latin America are forging ties that Spain and Venezuela see as a new world order: a more "multipolar" world in which smaller nations unite and deal with the U.S. or more equal terms. So you see, Aunt Biddy, you've really screwed yourself and your unholy vision of yourself as holier-than thou and "born-again."

 

Liz's Quote
Harry S. Truman, on Richard Nixon: "He's a shifty-eyed goddamn liar…He's one of the few in the history of this country to run for high office talking out of both sides of his mouth at the same time and lying out of both sides." Liz, sweetie, you're wicked.

 

Total Agreement With The Teenagers, It's Time for Dinner
Mad dash by teenagers to the dining table in the great room, and another mad dash by the rest of us to the large dining room, which at some time in this old farmhouse's history, was probably made so large in order to be able to seat all the farmhands when this place was a multi-thousand acre farm and ranch. Today, we can comfortably seat 50 at the large dining room table, and 12 to 14 at the table in the great room. Thankfully, the kitchen was "old world super large" from the very beginning, we've just spent years and years adapting it for how we cook today since Mom and Pop sure don't like cooking over coal-fed ranges anymore.

 

We leave the coal-fired cooking to Max and his battery of Viking outdoor grills. What we do have, is a "more burners and ovens than you count" La Cornue range, which, together with the large bank of Viking cooktops and wall ovens, allows our whole gang to either cook together or put the finishing touches on dishes they bring from their farms. They say the kitchen is the heart of the home, and this one is probably the heart of a community that covers thirteen square miles, just a little corner of farm and ranch paradise. But, let's eat.

 

Charlotte, Max, Beatrix and Jeremy Cook and Cook and Cook
Charlotte, the Terrine Empress, told us her succulent Medley of Mushroom Terrines were a breeze to make. Now, you have to remember that this is a lady who can make a replica of the Eiffel Tower out of spun sugar, but this time we believed her. She said these terrines really were easy to make. Her terrines today used mushrooms from Art and Terry's organic produce farm: chanterelles, white oyster mushrooms, orange lobster mushrooms, earthy morels and shiitakes. She drizzled some truffle vinaigrette over them, sending us into one of the kinds of rapture that really matters: the foodie rapture. She decided to pour us an American sparkling wine, a Blanc de Blancs from Domaine Carneros Le Rêve.

 

Beatrix had highly recommended our trying her soup, She-Crab Soup, and we agreed after trying it that it was exquisite, especially when paired with a New World Chardonnay, like the Beringer Private Reserve she chose for tonight.

 

Max had the grills going on the porch, and he helped Jeremy prepare a fantasy medley of grilled shrimp, scallops and lobster, as well as grilled mushrooms, chayote squash and zucchini.

 

One aside: you've probably noticed that we don't eat veal, we eat only humanely raised and slaughtered animals; our poultry and eggs are all free-range, we don't eat or allow goose liver pâté, and we don't cook animals while they are still alive. Take it from one of the world's premier seafood experts, James Peterson: kill a lobster instantly by cutting its head and its brain in half instantly, thus killing it in one second. There is nothing to this humane treatment that will alter your ability to enjoy succulent lobster; the only thing you will be losing is the thrill of killing a living being by boiling it alive. Think about it. If you can't do that merciful instant killing, you might as well be one of those people who can eat chicken while it's still alive and kicking.

 

For this amazing grilled seafood, our chefs for tonight selected an American dry Rosé, a Joseph Phelps Vin de Mistral. Trust us, rosé today is nothing like the slop you drank when you were in college; today it can be, and is, very good.

 

We had small dollops of quince sorbet to prepare for us our meat course. We were looking forward to it because our four chefs tonight always please. Unfailingly.

Tango on the Fare for tonight, in the guise of what the Argentineans call bifé (beefsteak), sausages, and grilled vegetables served with an exquisite Chimichurri sauce, paired with a 2003 Mendoza Críos de Susana Balbo Cabernet Sauvignon. This wine had dark chocolate and plum tones and is a beautifully fruity blend. We could also have had a great Argentine Malbec, but were not disappointed with the Cabernet Sauvignon.

Dessert was simple, and usually, simple is perfect: a mango and peach cobbler that Charlotte and Beatrix made, served with a Muscat Canelli, which has floral aromas and fruity flavors.

 

Winding Down
After-dinner coffee we had back in the great room with the kids. With time to spare, they're taking great care of all their pets, cleaning stalls, mending horse blankets, and helping us out with everything we need. They're also interested in what we talk about, but as adults, and patriots, how do we tell them that the Schmuck-in-Chief is leaving them a legacy even their grandkids will have trouble living down and paying for?

 

Summary:
Our Most Revered Commander-in-Chief, the "born-again Christian" who loves to use torture as proof of his Christianity and values, has lost touch with reality. The war on terror he deludedly thinks he's waging, has made this man who can only hold one thought in his brain at a time, forget that there is a whole world out there, and that that collective world hates his guts. The sufferer: our beloved country, marginalized by the new-found bond between most of the other countries around the globe. Bush has left us out in the cold. Today, the only person who can stand him and his perpetual smirk, is his equally deranged and cold as a witch's tit mother. And sugar, we don't need that.

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