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Orange Solo

photo, only orange of the week The solo Orange of the Week.

Cool Wind from Budapest

by Ric Erickson

Paris:– Thursday, 25. September:–  What a wonderful world! The dudes that weren't watching the store are getting together to cook up a deal to bail out the other dudes that couldn't shoot straight and all they need is to get 700 billion dollars to plug the holes in the sinking capitalist tramp freighter. Dare you ask, "Why 700 billion?" The answer friends, is simple. It's the hugest number anyone could think up that is less than a trillion and more than a half trillion, yet saves us a cool 50 billion from being an even 3/4s. We are practically out of the woods, saving 50 big ones.

Here in France our supreme leader told a gathering of UMP faithful in Toulon today that he is going to get a law passed that will prevent the other dudes from getting golden parachutes when they drive their sardine cans into the dirt and lay off all the workers. The president, to paraphrase, said, "No prizes for losers!" I bet you thought it was those old bearded commies in Russia who invented centrally–run economies. Nah, nah, they only borrowed French ideas, and bungled the execution.

photo, corona terrace, quay, smart car The Corona Terrace of the Week.

Folks here are annoyed with our supreme leader. For some reason they keep recalling that he promised – promised! – that he was going to increase our purchasing power. We were all going to work as much as we wanted – nights, weekends, overtime – and have fewer holidays, but we would all be so happy with all the extra money we earned that we would go to bed at night singing, "Capitalism is too sweet!" He promised.

If I go further on this route, using this roadmap, you'll think I've completely blown my cools. So what? Why should we take this without a peep? Just because we voted for these clowns, voted for their promises, why should we believe that they intended to keep them? Why should we think they were even capable of doing what they said? When a dude says he is going to do this or that and doesn't, are we supposed to give out free non–performance passes? That's okay, dude. We never really believed in you. We only voted for you for the hell of it. You could have said, a gold bar in every fortune cookie, and we would have taken it, hook, line and sinker.

In a democracy it's the people's fault. We voted for these dudes with our eyes wide open. We got caught by the same thing that catches everybody else – greed. You said, a chicken in every pot, and we bought it. Serves us right. Looks like, the fan throwing merde all over the place, it's going to stick where it belongs – on us. Time, the Walrus said, to find a comfy foxhole, and check the acorn stash.

Back To Our Regular Program

The window guys showed up at my place – the one I'm being turfed out of – and they ripped out all the windows. It was a windy day like we've been having and it was very fresh in the apartment until they put in the new windows. I will say this, it was an extreme method of getting clean windows. The next day, Wednesday, the sun was shining and the wind dropped to nothing for the first time in weeks. However it didn't last long. Depressing but slightly true weather details follow the club report.

The Orange Solo of the Week Club Report

When I got to the club's café today some Spanish speaking civilians were in the club's area. Nobody from the café apologised for putting them there or said they were about finished, and they weren't. I do not know what they were doing. I put my nose in today's Le Parisien for 75 minutes and when I came up for air the Waiter of the Week brought me an orange juice. I drank it and idled out another half hour until quitting time. Then the meeting was over, so I left.

photo, intersection, cafe la corona, traffic on quay Your lonely clubhouse.

That was the club. The whole report of today's meeting in one paragraph. I paid the Waiter of the Week and went out to the windy late afternoon.

Cool Wind from Budapest Weather

The weather on tonight's TV–news was little changed from last week. Mucky stuff is still not sweeping in from the Atlantic. It's the same wave from central Europe that will not last forever but we can believe in it while it lasts because it's cool. Here are the latest boring tidings:

Friday is scheduled to have a morning and an afternoon and you might not be able to tell the difference because it might be semi–sunny all day except at nighttime. On Saturday the forecast is the same with mostly sunny all day, while Sunday has been forecast to be even sunnier. Warmer temperatures will featured this weekend. Compared to Wednesday that is. Expect no more than 20, 19 and 19 degrees. The bad news – Friday and Saturday will have 40 kph breezes from the northeast. Sunday may just have no wind.

About the Café Metropole Club

Grip your fingers, squeeze your knuckle and tickle your chin to click up some groovy past versions of club meeting reports stashed somewhere deep in this thing. No audio waves other than hearing actual members' frequencies during club meetings. No video at all. Real lame with words, just verbs, nouns, and phony adjectives. Real blurry photos. A clue about what we might have been doing today may help and can be found on the About the Café Metropole Club webpage.

graphic, club location map

Boundless In the Patazone

As unrehearsed as any day of the week and unusually, like today, a Thursday. Club meetings run from 15:00 to 17:00 on Thursdays. The metric times are equivalent to 3 to 5 pm around other unmetric places, while meetings are held right here. The next meeting will be on Thursday, 2. October in the afternoon. If you feel like saying something, it will be heard by the other members present if there are any and if they are listening, and sometimes they are, but not always.* Your other, absolutely true, stories are totally welcome too even if they are true.

Caution – should you have a personal desire to remain unfindable via the Web, be sure to inform the club's secretary that you prefer to be 404 – not found by Web search engines before becoming found. All you folks staying lost, all is forgiven.

*The above spell–checked report you may have just read was compressed since the peopled report last week because of today's total lack of original firsts, amazing quotes, Stuff of the Week, and other items we used to have, of this zero club gathering but unique as dirt as usual.

The café's location is:

Café–Tabac La Corona
2. Rue de l'Amiral de Coligny – or – 30. Quai du Louvre
Paris 1. Métro: Louvre–Rivoli, Pont–Neuf or Châtelet.
Every Thursday, from 15:00 to 17:00.
Next club meeting on Thursday, 2. October.

A bientôt à Paris
signature, regards, ric

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