Russia’s TASS news agency and pro-Russian Telegram channels have released a video showing a man in military uniform allegedly captured by Russian forces in the Kursk region — an area of western Russia infiltrated and partially held by Ukrainian forces. The man in the video identifies himself as James Scott Rhys Anderson of the United Kingdom. [RadioFreeEurope/RadioLiberty, November 25, 2024.]

In the video — which RFE/RL says has not yet been independently verified — the man identified as Anderson says that he had served in the British Army until 2023, and thereafter joined Ukraine’s forces to fight against Russia. [Id.]

Unlike the legions of professional military troops enlisted by Russia from other countries such as North Korea, and the mercenaries from Chechnya and Russia’s own Wagner Group (now known as the Africa Corps), the thousands of foreigners fighting on the Ukrainian side of the conflict have been volunteers. No NATO-member forces are on the ground in Ukraine, as that alliance exists for defensive purposes, and has a duty to avoid any action that might escalate the existing situation.

Many of the volunteers have enlisted in Ukraine’s elite International Legion, which has been integrated into their ground forces. In Anderson’s video, he states that he had also joined the International Legion. [Id.]

And now this individual — acting as a volunteer in a fight for the independence of a peaceful nation — is in the hands of a regime known for its inhumane treatment of prisoners, both military and civilian. Though we cannot foresee the future, and must — as always in Russia — wait for further news, I am adding Mr. Anderson’s name to my list of foreigners being held in Russian prisons as hostages for Vladimir Putin’s own nefarious purposes.

My fervent wish is to be proven wrong. But officially approved Kremlin news sources do not broadcast information — particularly about the “special military operation” in Ukraine — without clearance from on high. We should be hearing soon from the Kremlin itself with further details — or, at least, their version of them.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
11/26/24

I’ve been writing from time to time about this Canadian couple — the Feenstras — who sold everything, packed up eight of their nine children (the eldest chose to stay behind) and their worldly belongings, and moved to Russia to escape what they termed the increasing “wokeness” threatening their conservative lifestyle in Canada. I have followed their Russian odyssey through successes and failures, good days and bad, and Arend Feenstra’s gall bladder surgery; and I’ve watched (on their YouTube channel) as they have greeted other Canadian and American families choosing Russia as their land of opportunity.

In addition to being local celebrities, they seem to have become Nizhniy Novgorod’s version of a Welcome Wagon for a couple of other English-speaking seekers of Russia’s version of nirvana.

And I have called them everything from misguided to just plain stupid. Not because of their religious beliefs, certainly, but because I know Russia — its history, its culture, and most importantly, its current political situation — and I fear for the futures of all of those children. For the parents, though, it must seem as though they have found their paradise.

Because on Saturday, their newly adopted President, Vladimir Putin — on whom they heap praise at every opportunity like a couple of last century’s Komsomol graduates — signed into law two pieces of legislation supposedly intended to protect Russian children from the very “wokeness” the Feenstras recently fled.

The bill that Putin approved is one I’ve written about previously, as it has made its way quickly through both houses of Parliament en route to Putin’s desk. It provides for penalties against anyone who even dares to speak in favor of choosing not to have children. In this “Year of the Family,” couples are being urged, and even rewarded, to have as many children as possible, in order to stop the alarming population decline of the last several years. And the penalties for not popping out enough babies — or simply mentioning that you might not agree with Putin’s propagation propaganda program — can be as high as $50,000.

Of course, never being one to miss an opportunity to throw blame at the Western nations, Putin has claimed that the population slump can be traced back to a concerted effort by the West to weaken Russia by convincing Russian women that they are better off with fewer children, or none at all. He would never admit that those Russian women may just be smart enough to have figured out for themselves that — in today’s uncertain, violent, inflationary world — that might actually be their best option.

So, if he can’t convince the populace with his rhetoric, he simply passes a new law to force them into compliance. And he seizes on families like the Feenstras — ready-made large broods seeking refuge from all forms of liberalism — as examples of the virtue of his professed beliefs.

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The second new law is an extension of previous legislation regarding adoption of Russian children by citizens of other countries. A total ban on adoptions by U.S. citizens has been in place since 2012, in retaliation for the U.S. passage of the Magnitsky Act. **

** Sergei Magnitsky Rule of Law Accountability Act of 2012 (H.R. 4405). Its history is a fascinating story of courage, betrayal, persecution, prosecution, and murder; more riveting than any novel.

Now the ban has been expanded to apply to at least fifteen countries, mostly in Europe but also including Australia, Argentina and Canada — countries in which gender transitioning is legal. One of the bill’s authors, Speaker of the Duma (lower house of Parliament) Vyacheslav Volodin, said in a Telegram post last July that:

“. . . it is extremely important to eliminate possible dangers in the form of gender reassignment that adopted children may face in these countries.” [Associated Press, November 23, 2024.]

Gender-transition medical procedures were banned in Russia last year, with the Russian Supreme Court declaring the LGBTQ+ “movement” as extremist. In 2022, a law was passed prohibiting the distribution of LGBTQ+ information to people of all ages; it had already been banned for distribution to minors since 2013. [Id.]

I suppose this can be viewed as progress, of a sort. I recall being told on my first visit to the then Soviet Union in 1988, for example, that there was no AIDS problem in their country, because there were no gay people — a ludicrous allegation, but one that the people had been programmed to accept as true. At least now, their existence is officially acknowledged . . . if only in the most obscene, discriminatory manner.

So, in order to “protect” Russia’s children from having to live outside of Russia among people who have been able to make their own life choices, thousands of disadvantaged babies and youngsters from orphanages and dysfunctional homes are being denied the possibility of finding happy, healthy futures with loving families in free countries.

But I suppose Putin can always justify that by pointing out that allowing all those adoptions would only have decreased Russia’s population further. Never mind about the reality of the children’s futures — it’s all about the current numbers.

Perhaps families like the Feenstras could make room for another couple of children to feed, clothe and educate.

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In conclusion, it’s easy to see that you’re moving your country toward the future, Mr. Putin. You’re just headed in the wrong direction.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
11/25/24

I can think of a number of things a greedy individual might consider trying to smuggle from one country to another for profit: jewels, works of art, or a secret recipe for the world’s best tiramisu, for example.

But these? Hundreds of them? And strapped to my body?

Not in this lifetime . . . or any other!

But someone recently did try: a 28-year-old South Korean national who was boarding a flight from Lima, Peru, to France, planning to continue from there to South Korea, where there seems to be a market for scary bugs. But he aroused the suspicion of airport security officials at Lima’s Jorge Chavez International Airport when it was noticed that his stomach area looked “bulky.”

And when they searched him, what they found were “hundreds of insects [actually, mostly arachnids] packaged inside ziplock bags strapped to his abdomen.” [Jack Guy, CNN, November 20, 2024.]

When the stash was inspected and counted, it was found to contain 320 tarantulas (the arachnids), 110 centipedes (arthropods), and nine bullet ants (actual insects). [Id.]

More about those little insect devils later. But I ask myself how this living theater of the absurd (and the terrifying) was expected to survive, sealed as they were in ziplock bags. Wouldn’t they suffocate? Or if there were air holes, might some of them not try to make a run for it? (You think “Snakes on a Plane” was scary?)

Fortunately, they never got a chance to try. The critters are now said to be in the care of the appropriate Peruvian authorities. And so, apparently, is the would-be smuggler.

Now, I’ve heard of wildlife smuggling . . . I imagine we all have. But that’s usually about beautiful, exotic animals destined for an illicit zoo, or for some wealthy, amoral person’s private amusement. But these things? They’re just the stuff of my nightmares.

It turns out that tarantulas are a threatened species, so maybe someone in South Korea is trying to increase the herd (or whatever you call a group of tarantulas). Frankly, I’d be happy to know that the damned things had become extinct . . . but that’s just my visceral reaction. I suppose they do serve some purpose in the circle of life, so I’ll simply assume Mother Nature knows what she’s doing.

I don’t know about the centipedes. They’re not listed as endangered, other than one species native to the island of Mauritius, which is nowhere near Peru or South Korea.

And as for those bullet ants — well, they’re almost as frightening as the tarantulas. It is a large ant, not aggressive unless threatened, at which time it will deliver a sting said to feel like a gunshot — hence its name — that is considered to be the most painful of all insect stings. It is native to the rain forests of Central and South America, including Peru. Why anyone in South Korea would want to spend good money to import them is beyond me. But then, I’m not what you would call a “bug person.”

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Now, if you think this was weird, the CNN article closed with mention of a couple of other recorded cases of “buggling” — my newly made-up name for bug-smuggling.

In December of 2021, Colombian authorities seized a suitcase at Bogota’s El Dorado Airport containing “at least” 232 tarantulas, 67 cockroaches, nine spider eggs, and a scorpion with seven of its young. [Id.] And my immediate reaction was: “What . . . no calling birds or French hens?” Then I came to my senses and thought: “Cockroaches??!!! What in hell would anyone want with more cockroaches? They’re impossible to exterminate, for heaven’s sake!”

I still don’t have an answer to that one, and I’m not sure I’d want to hear it.

But I do understand the shipment of nearly 3,500 shark fins bound from Colombia to Hong Kong in September of the same year. I’ve never tried it, but I understand shark fin soup is quite a delicacy. Still, it is the subject of controversy in China . . . and illegal to smuggle in any event.

But where there is a market for almost anything, there will always be some unscrupulous person willing to supply it.

At least, if the profit is big enough.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
11/25/24

Four months ago, RadioFreeEurope/RadioLiberty journalist Alsu Kurmasheva was a prisoner — a hostage of Russian President Vladimir Putin — in a penal colony in Kazan, Russia. On August 1st, she was one of sixteen such hostages released in a prisoner swap in which Russia got back eight spies and hardened criminals being held in the United States and elsewhere.

On November 21st, she was awarded the International Press Freedom Award by the Committee to Protect Journalists (CPJ) in a ceremony in New York.

Referencing the more than 20 journalists presently imprisoned in Russia, she said, “Journalism is not a crime. . . . My colleagues are not just statistics; like me they are real human beings with families who miss and love them. There are dozens of other journalists in Russian prisons. They should be released at once.” [RFE/RL, November 22, 2024.]

She dedicated her award to those still imprisoned, including her RFE/RL colleagues Ihar Losik and Andrey Kuznechyk (in Belarus), Vladislav Yesypenko (in Crimea), and Farid Mehralizada (in Azerbaijan).

While we join in celebrating Alsu Kurmasheva’s return to her family and her work, the four new names provided by her will sadly be added to our current hostage list. Though not imprisoned on Russian territory, they are victims of the same corrupt system that seeks to shut down political dissent and truthful reporting in far too many countries. Now numbering sixteen, they are:

David Barnes
Staff Sergeant Gordon Black
Marc Fogel
Robert Gilman
Stephen James Hubbard
Ksenia Karelina
Andrey Kuznechyk (in Belarus)
Michael Travis Leake
Ihar Losik (in Belarus)
Daniel Martindale
Farid Mehralizada (in Azerbaijan)
Robert Shonov
Eugene Spector
Laurent Vinatier
Robert Romanov Woodland
Vladislav Yesypenko (in Crimea)

We must ensure that the new administration being inaugurated in Washington in January continues, without interruption, the work that has been underway up to this time. These hostages, and all the others whose names have not yet made it onto the list, must be brought home.

No excuses.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
11/24/24

Contrary to the popular belief that “you can run but you cannot hide” in today’s high-tech, electronic, eyes-everywhere, cyber world . . . it seems that an ordinary guy named Ryan Borgwardt has shown the world that indeed you can. And to prove it, he just blew his own cover.

On August 12th of this year, Borgwardt, age 44, vanished while on a solo fishing trip not far from his home in Watertown, Wisconsin. The Green Lake County authorities assumed he had drowned, and searched the lake for 54 days before receiving a 24-second selfie video showing him in an apartment with plain white walls, in which he says:

“Good evening, it’s Ryan Borgwardt. Today is 11 November. It’s approximately 10 am by you guys. I’m in my apartment. I am safe, secure, no problem. I hope this works.” [Max Matza, BBC News, November 21, 2024.]

The whole scenario had been faked.

Since then, Green Lake County Sheriff Mark Podoll has been in touch with Mr. Borgwardt, according to a statement given by the Sheriff at a press conference on Thursday:

“The great news is he’s still alive and well. The bad news is that we don’t know where exactly Ryan is, and he has not decided to return home.” [Id.]

Sheriff Podoll advised that he had made contact with Mr. Borgwardt through an unidentified Russian-speaking woman. He also said that Borgwardt owes Green Lake County $40,000 for the cost of their search, and could be charged with obstructing the investigation of his disappearance. [Id.]

A further report now indicates that the elusive Mr. Borgwardt may be somewhere in Eastern Europe, though it is still not known exactly where. But during the seven-week search, evidence turned up indicating he had fled to Europe by way of Canada. Borgwardt’s story — not yet verified — is that, leaving an electric bike near the lake’s boat launch, he paddled onto the lake in a kayak, taking a small inflatable boat with him. He overturned the kayak, dropped his phone into the lake, and returned to shore in the inflatable boat. He then rode the bike overnight to Madison, about 80 miles away, where he boarded a bus to Detroit. From there he crossed into Canada to board a flight to Europe. [Elizabeth Wolfe, CNN, November 22, 2024.]

This was no spur-of-the-moment decision. Prior to his “fishing trip,” he had transferred funds to a foreign bank account, changed his email, and communicated with a woman in — of all places — Uzbekistan. It is not clear whether she is the same woman who helped him contact the authorities, or what her role is in his little adventure. [Id.]

He also took out a $375,000 life insurance policy last January for the benefit of his wife and three children . . . though I have to wonder whether he gave any thought to the fact that, when his body didn’t turn up, his family would have to wait seven years before they could have him declared legally dead and collect the proceeds.

Not smart, Ryan. But smart enough to prove that you can, after all, hide. For a while, anyway.

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There are obviously a lot of unanswered questions here, not the least of which is “Why?” Was he just tired of his marriage? His job? Being a father? All of it? Who is the mysterious Russian-speaking woman?

Does he have some sort of political statement to make?

Where is he? In Uzbekistan? Or any country with whom the U.S. has an extradition treaty?

Is he planning on paying back the $40,000 to Green Lake County? And if so, how? Is he hoping to sell the movie rights to his story?

If so, I see Tom Hanks in the role of Ryan Borgwardt. He’s been stranded on an island, holed up in an airport, and battered by a hurricane on a shrimping boat. Why not Uzbekistan?

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
11/24/24

This one is not in the United States, and may not garner as much attention as that one did. But its importance should not be overlooked or underestimated.

On January 26, 2025, Belarus will hold its next presidential election. And the European Parliament has already had much to say about its prospects:

“Further to the announcement of the so-called presidential election in Belarus . . . we reiterate our unwavering support to the sovereignty and independence of Belarus, and our full support to the democratic right of the people of Belarus to choose their representatives in free and fair elections, conducted without interference, intimidation and under the auspices of OSCE/ODIHR in full compliance with international standards.” [MEP Malgorzata Gosiewska, European Parliament, October 29, 2024.]

The statement further discusses the deterioration of the human rights situation in Belarus since its 2020 election, including the arrest of tens of thousands of peaceful protesters and nearly 1,300 political prisoners, including opposition political individuals; and the application of torture and other inhumane punishments against political prisoners, possibly amounting to crimes against humanity. ]Id.]

No one doubts that, under present conditions, Aleksandr Lukashenko will win reelection. It is difficult to lose when any and all potential opponents have been — by one means or another — eliminated.

This would be his seventh five-year term in office, having first taken power in 1995. In parliamentary elections earlier this year, the four parties on the ballot were favorable to Lukashenko’s regime — all other parties having been dissolved following the 2020 presidential election, which had resulted in massive protests amid international charges of election fraud.

As always, this friend and lackey of Russian President Vladimir Putin has taken his method of operation directly from his sponsor’s playbook.

In 2020’s election, Lukashenko was opposed by pro-democratic candidate Sviatlana Tsikhanouskaya after her husband — who had been a leading opposition candidate — was arrested and imprisoned for 18 years. She now lives in exile. Of the coming election, she says:

“Lukashenka [sic] has announced the date of his ‘reelection’ — January 26. It’s a sham with no real electoral process, conducted in an atmosphere of terror. No alternative candidates or observers will be allowed. We call on Belarusians and the international community to reject this farce.” [Ketrin Jochecova, Politico, October 23, 2024.]

And the importance of this election to the rest of the world? Simply, Belarus’ status as a Russian puppet state, and its strategic geographical position vis-a-vis Ukraine, Poland, and the Baltic states.

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Incidentally, as an extra New Year’s gift to himself in January, Lukashenko signed into effect a law guaranteeing himself “immunity, lifelong protection and state-provided property upon his resignation from the presidential office.” [Id.]

Well planned, I’d say. It saves him the bother of having to pardon himself for the crimes he commits while in office.

Hmm . . . I wonder where he got that idea.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
11/23/24

“If, when you wake up in the morning, you can think of nothing but writing . . . then you are a writer.”
– Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To a Young Poet, 1929.

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Hi — I’m back. I attempted a day without writing yesterday . . . “attempted” being the operative word.

That’s it. I tried . . . I really did. But the wicked little guy on my right shoulder kept pulling me away from the well-intended angel on my left.

I read for a while, but I’m currently into Alexei Navalny’s posthumously-published autobiography, “Patriot,” and I had to put it down because it just made me want to write more about him and the injustice of the end of his life.

Then I tried organizing my winter clothes and doing some laundry, but my back started to ache so I had to give it up. At least, that’s the reason I gave myself.

I considered going for a walk, but there’s really nowhere different to go in this residential area . . . or so the devil squatting on my right shoulder said as it talked me out of any sort of a healthy activity.

And when I finally sat down, I picked up my iPad . . . checked my email, the weather forecast, and my bank balance . . . and automatically clicked on my blog and began churning out nonsense about guitars, and six-million-dollar bananas duct-taped to a wall, and substitute lyrics for Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

And I knew I had lost the battle with myself.

What kept running through my brain were those words of early 20th Century writer Rainer Maria Rilke about being a writer. And they fit.

Oh, no . . . I’m not famous; I’m not even published. But I keep writing things: this blog, an occasional satirical poem, even a rough draft of a book. Not many people read what I create, but I do it because of some stupid compulsion . . . because I love doing it.

So when someone asks me the usual question that people ask when meeting someone new — “What do you do?” — I don’t have to say, “Not much — I’m retired now.” Instead, I can honestly say:

“I’m a writer.”

Thank you for that, Mr. Rilke.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
11/23/24

About 34 years ago, I was on a flight from Dallas (Texas) to Dulles (Washington, D.C.) when the pilot announced that we should all look out the windows on the left side of the plane, as we were about to pass a Stealth jet flying toward us in the opposite direction — undoubtedly a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for most or all of us.

Luckily, not everyone on the right side of the aisle jumped out of their seats, or else the plane would likely have tipped precipitously to the left. And that big black bird was so fast there wasn’t enough time anyway. But it was quite a thrill for those of us who did get a glimpse.

That was then. Now it is 2024, and our ideas of excitement have been altered by three decades of technological advancement the likes of which the world has never before seen. If our great-grandparents thought electricity was something . . .

But it’s not just the good things that have changed: the medical advancements, GPS everything, “smart” everything, faster everything, artificial intelligence. (Actually, I’m still undecided about that last one, but a lot of people seem fascinated by it.)

Unfortunately, all of that technology has found its way into the armaments business as well. We have missiles, and drones, and delivery systems that would have made the ancient Chinese think twice about marketing that gunpowder stuff.

And now, instead of being told to look quickly to see the Stealth fighter passing by, passengers flying over parts of the Middle East are being warned that the objects tearing up the skies to the left appear to be . . . oh, they can’t be . . . but they are . . . they’re enemy missiles!

Holy crap!!!

No, this is not a Leslie Nielsen “Airplane” movie spoof from the ‘80s. This is what has been happening to real people, on real flights, in real time. On October 1st, a passenger on an Emirates flight from Amsterdam to Dubai thought she was seeing fireworks. What she actually saw was a barrage of Iranian missiles headed to Israel. And hers was just one of scores of flights that had the same experience that day. [Benjamin Katz, Daniel Kiss and Peter Champelli, Wall Street Journal, November 21, 2024.]

In 2023, about ten missiles were fired in the area per month. So far this year, the average monthly number is up to 162. Pilots and passengers have spotted them in the air, and some missiles have struck near airports. No advance warnings have been issued to airlines by the militaries or militias, and airspace restrictions have been slow in coming. [Id.]

On October 1st, more than 80 flights were diverted because of the “fireworks” spotted by Emirates passengers. Other flights continued uninterrupted through what is one of the world’s busiest air corridors. Control towers in Iraq, Kuwait and Bahrain received air messages from pilots declaring emergencies and diversions, with some reporting that they could actually see the missiles:

“Missiles over Baghdad, over Najaf, over everywhere,” one pilot radioed. [Id.]

That week a lot of people were excited just to have made it to October 2nd.

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I used to love flying: the thrill of leaving the ground, the promise of adventure awaiting me at the other end, the lovely onboard service, and the relief of the safe landing. It hasn’t been as much fun for quite some time now, with the increased security measures in the crowded airports, the cramped seating, terrible meals, angry passengers, and stressed-out attendants.

But now, if you’re lucky, all the inconveniences may be offset by the privilege of viewing a barrage of missiles being aimed at a faraway civilian population . . . or perhaps the anti-missile fire headed in the opposite direction from the targeted country.

And if you’re very, very lucky, they won’t be anywhere near your plane.

Safe travels, everyone.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
11/23/24

I believe that what I am currently experiencing is what is known as “withdrawal.” I’m not sweating or trembling yet; but my stomach has been invaded by a mass of imaginary butterflies, and I’ve got a serious case of the munchies. Chips, chocolate, cheese, chalk . . . whatever happens to be in my line of sight when I enter the kitchen.

So I turned on TV, and fell right into a commercial featuring Santa’s reindeer. I don’t know what they were advertising, and it doesn’t matter. What popped into my mind was trying to recall the names of all eight reindeer (nine, with Rudolph) . . . and suddenly I was trying to fit all of their names into the melody of Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

You can do that with the Seven Dwarfs, you know. Try it:

“Happy, Grumpy, Sleepy, Sneezy, Dopey, Doc and Bashful . . .”

But it doesn’t work with the reindeer — they have one too many, even eliminating poor Rudolph. And even if we cut it back to seven, someone’s name has to be shortened to a single syllable to make it work. The best I could come up with was:

“Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Cupid, Don and Blitzen.”

Sorry, Comet. And Rudolph.

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Well, I couldn’t quit there. If I didn’t keep going, the munchies would take over again. So I thought . . . quite illogically . . . what about the planets?

Planets? Why planets?

Damned if I know. But there they were, orbiting what was left of my brain, crying out to become lyrics to a tune from a kids’ movie. And here they are . . . more or less . . . in whatever key works for you:

“Venus, Saturn, Jupiter, Neptune, Earth, Mars and Merc’ry.”

Yes, I know — I yanked a syllable from Mercury, but it’s still recognizable. And I had to eliminate Uranus’ three syllables altogether, which I figured would be okay since the name just makes kids giggle anyway. It’s the best I could do.

Next up: the Von Trapp children from Sound of Music. Wish me luck.

But first, a snack.

Brendochka
11/22/24

[This is what happens when I make a concerted effort not to write for a whole day — my mind goes walkabout.]

Would I pay a fortune for a guitar?

Possibly not, since I don’t know how to play it. Though if it had belonged to someone like, say, Andres Segovia — arguably the world’s greatest classical guitarist — or the late, great jazz guitarist Charlie Byrd . . . then, as a collector’s item, I might consider it.

But would I shell out $10K for this next one?

Not in this lifetime (or any other).

But then, some guy with more money than brains (or taste) just paid over $6 million for this piece of “art” . . . which he says he’s going to eat.

He’d better hurry, because it looks like it’s beginning to rot.

There’s no accounting for taste, of course — in art, or in bananas. Personally, I prefer mine with just a tinge of green. Bananas, that is. And I like my art on canvas, or carved from a beautiful hunk of stone. But, again, to each his own.

I think I’ll go now, and hang a bunch of grapes on a coat rack. There must be somebody on eBay with a few thousand extra Dollars, Euros, Yen . . . anything but Rubles . . . who likes grapes and doesn’t have a coat closet.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
11/22/24