By Judith Gayle | Political Waves
We’re still swimming in a sea of Pisces energy. Neptune-flavored, where facts seem to come and go, reason seems elusive, and reality slips and slides just when we think we’ve got a good hold. You can’t beat Neptune when it comes to oddities, shimmering illusions and bizarre moments. It seemed for a while there that we were standing on firmer ground, but then everything went out of focus and there was Dennis Rodman on television, telling me that he’d had a nice sit down with L’il Kim’s boy, Kim Jong Un, and all the newest Kim really wanted was “a call from Obama.”
Rodman’s visit coincided with the UN vote for tightened sanctions against North Korea — even agreed upon by the long-suffering Chinese who remain Pyongyang’s lifeline for vital supplies — due to Kim’s ambitious schedule of nuclear tests (and threats against the U.S.). In a rage, young Kim nullified the 1953 armistice with South Korea and cancelled all non-aggression pacts. Still, war-plans aside, Dennis and the newest little dictator, the one the natives call “respected general,” really hit it off, a truly odd couple. Clearly, the Mad Hatter is still popping up when we least expect it, dormouse in his pocket, laughing like a loon.
So it wasn’t quite so much a shock to hear that dearly-departed Hugo Chavez will be embalmed and put on permanent display, like Roy Rogers’ famous palomino, Trigger (stuffed and viewed at Roy’s museum until recently auctioned at Christie’s for a quarter-mil.) Perhaps this is a cultural thing I don’t grok in fullness, just a bit too weird for me to contemplate.