My good friend John Fishwick was into Tai Chi back in the early 1990s. He was from Bolton and had moved down to Basingstoke to work for IBM. He invited me to go see the Dalai Llama speak in London. It was the last in a series of three lectures The Dalai Llama was giving up at Wembley Arena. It was all about Nirvana, and how that is, in fact, a state of pure nothingness. It was interesting, but I couldn’t really understand it after a while, and I couldn’t help nodding off. I woke up for the Q&A, possible now under the Dailai Llama’s hypnotic spell. I don’t remember much of it now, but I left feeling uplifted and charmed by the man, and will always be grateful for the experience of having been to listen to him.

Anyway, I’m sure that sort of thing can’t be good for America.

I wish they all could be

 

 

 

burkini girls….

 

Ya gotta catch ‘em all! Really? Ya gotta catch ALL of them? Then what? Eh, buddy… THEN what are you going to do?!?

 

I just realized that it looks like he pooped. That was supposed to just be a smoldering building he had accidentally destroyed, but I guess it amounts to the same thing. You can read these things however you want, I guess.