Pain, toasted

A.Word.A.Day shows up in the email every morning, pride and production of its genius Anu Garg. This week’s words have related to bodily functions, Monday antitussive through Friday analgesic and that not the half of it: aperient, emetic, and diuretic. 

Today someone, a subscriber maybe, posted pain, French for bread, with a picture of a most unhappy slice of bread who is about to become toast, buttered, bitten, chewed up and swallowed, pain: irony of two languages meeting and not meaning the same thing at all. 

Or maybe three, blustering with fire and fury, millions toasted because of the narcissistic posturing of two bullies, one a dictator, the other who thought he would be because he didn't read the constitution and who will, hopefully, be toasted before he figures out how his code card works.

French, English, Korean, to introduce a fourth tongue, what a schlemiel doesn’t even come close. For example, he was once quoted to say he might fire the Speaker of the House. For another, I’m no Mitch McConnell fan either, but odd for one who can fire neither to pick fights with the two who can orchestrate toasting him. More irony.

Cocoa, cup of hot cocoa this morning, nevermind why.

Toast, toaster, toasted.

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