Smoot-Hawley vs. Canucks. Chapter 551.

Python Lady and I just had a conversation about the Smoot-Hawley Tarriff Act. Python Lady and I talk about all sorts of interesting things over the course of an afternoon. She reads the New York Times, which I cannot stomach, while I read the Wall Street Journal, which I devour with a relish that I usually only reserve for things I enjoy, like SweetTarts and the company of women.

Somebody just gave Python Lady two jars of pickled shrimp. I do not particularly like these shrimp. They have not stewed in the pickle long enough. I am watching police officers behind me in the mirror as I type this. They are not here for me. They seem to be here for lunch, God bless them.

"Credulity and and falsehood copulate and give birth to opinion.
-Paul Valéry.

Have you ever had an opinion? I bet you have. Everyone has one thing in common. We all have an opinion.

Whatever it is, I am against it.

Vincent sat next to me for about an hour. He has things to do. It is always nice to spend time with Vincent. He has the gift of banter.

Banter is talk about nothing that has a larger point and a larger goal than just filling conversational space. Everyone loves a hypnotizing raconteur. Dance like nobody is watching.

"All the world's indeed a stage
We are merely players
Performers and portrayers
Each another's audience outside the gilded cage."
-Rush.  Lyrics by Neil Peart.

In my experience, it very rare to meet a Canadiophile. I have met one. This guy loves Canada. Meeting a Canadiophile is like meeting an epileptic.

You never know what is going to happen at any given moment.

I will tell you in a moment.