Bitch on the Blog

November 21, 2016

Royal Flush

Filed under: Despair,Exasperation,History — bitchontheblog @ 20:33

Dearest sweetest Hearts, please absolve me from all evil as you will be absolved from your own misdemeanours. Not that it’s a bargain, neither am I mercenary.

Why? Why? Oh why, don’t ask Merkel, did this have to become public? The Orange one’s grandfather of German descent? I have never disowned anyone. But am perfectly unhappy to make an exception .

This really takes the Ginger (bread man).

For once not easily consoled, yours,




  1. The amusing thing is the grandfather was kicked out of Germany. He begged to stay in Germany. Later when he returned he was told if he didn’t leave he would be deported.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — November 22, 2016 @ 02:16 | Reply

    • If only, but he wasn’t kicked out. He left and came back to marry his childhood sweetheart, returned to the US with her where she was eternally homesick and eventually, after he had made his fortune in the US, he asked to come back but by that time, they were US citizens and no, the Bavarian prince (remember there wasn’t a “Germany” at the time, but lots of principalities etc.) refused his request.

      Comment by Sabine — November 22, 2016 @ 08:57 | Reply

      • it is an extraordinary story, Jean, not least considering Trump’s own stance on “immigration”. That Donald’s father and Donald himself denied their German heritage I won’t even comment on. For all I know Donald might discover that there was a bit of Jewish blood in the mix. Not that that would suffice to tie himself into an even tighter knot that the one he has tied himself into already. That last sentence (in its composition) as ugly as the man himself.

        Refusing to be drafted is, to some extent; noble – or not. You know: FIGHT FOR FREEDOM AND YOUR COUNTRY. I personally think war stinks but then, as a woman, I distinctly lack the necessary dose of testosterone to wield a sword.

        As little back as the early/mid seventies I remember my then boyfriend and later first husband refusing to do military service. He registered as a “conscientious objector”. In those days you had to file a petition in the courts. My father, as character witness, wrote him a reference, as only my father can, based on Kant’s “Categorical Imperative”. Forgotten the detail now – impressive as it read at the time. Anyway BF got off but had to do a couple of years of “civil service” instead; in his case on the wards of a rehabilitation facility for the mentally ill, the addicted and geriatrics beyond salvation. Considering he was only twenty one at the time and all he wanted to do was play the violin it was as stroke of genius whoever allocated him there. After about eighteen months he tried to kill himself. As results go you can’t beat it.

        Whatever the merits of refusing to take part in combat let’s not forget that Trump’s grump was all of sixteen in 1885 (131 years ago). In those days a sixteen year old was considered a man. Anyway, don’t even know what I am trying to say with above anecdote. Will regroup later.


        Comment by bitchontheblog — November 23, 2016 @ 16:09 | Reply

    • As I read the article he was threatened with deportation when he returned after avoiding the draft and making his fortune in America.

      Comment by Cheerfulmonk — November 22, 2016 @ 18:00 | Reply

  2. Old story, there was a documentary of sorts on German TV a while ago ( – bear in mind that not only Trump’s grandfather came from this sleepy town but also John Heinz of Heinz ketchup.

    Comment by Sabine — November 22, 2016 @ 08:54 | Reply

    • Thank you for the link. The video is short and fun. 🙂

      Comment by Cheerfulmonk — November 22, 2016 @ 18:04 | Reply

    • “Ich bin ein Kallstadter” – thanks for the laugh, Sabine. What is rather sad that, originally, his Opa’s name would not have been pronounced “Trump” but “Troooomp” (for the benefit of English speakers who don’t know their German U from their American A).

      When my grandmother registered my birth (and without my out of wedlock and bound to her maternity bed mother’s knowledge) putting my name down as Ursula she had no idea that some years down the line the country I live in now pronounces me as Oerssuuuuuuula. I don’t mind. Sound’s even more exotic than the French “Ursule”.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — November 23, 2016 @ 16:01 | Reply

  3. Have you thought about the effects of his much vaunted Scottish ancestry? He’ll be wearing a kilt…. well, maybe that’s answer certain questions….

    It would appear that avoidance of military service is something that runs in the Trump family…..

    I Love the moniker “The Orange One”…… rather like the Mekon could have been called The Green One….

    Comment by magpie11 — November 22, 2016 @ 15:02 | Reply

    • Oh, Magpie, never mind kilts. I am sure he’ll look dashing. Anything that takes away from that god almighty truly obscene hole of a mouth is welcome.

      As far as I can make out he currently fights windmills (not the ones Don Quixote fought, but the ones that deface the landscape of his Scottish golf course). Is there no end to his folly? If there is any justice he’ll drown in the Arctic’s melting ice whilst held to account by a Polar bear’s mighty paw.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — November 23, 2016 @ 16:16 | Reply

  4. you are absolved

    Comment by Kylie — November 23, 2016 @ 10:47 | Reply

    • Thank you, Kylie; not least for the smile you brought to my face. Some people are “kind”, you are sincerely kind.

      Sometimes I wish I weren’t so much “absolved” as just allowed to vanish into the ether. With not a trace and no memory of me left. Mind you, considering that it would leave the Angel in the wilderness of some sort of vacuum as to his origin I’ll just follow my path in the conventional way. I knew there was a price to pay for the unsurpassed happiness my being his mother brought and brings.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — November 23, 2016 @ 15:50 | Reply

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