Clarissa's Blog

The very first Uber driver I get in Houston tells me that his family lives next door to me and his nephews attend my university.

It’s uncanny. 

My whole life I thought Madonna was singing “I fell in love with some Pedro.”

H e y , I’m not hating Houston so far. It’s not that hot, and  everything looks very generic, which I like.

All eateries and drinkeries I’ve seen give calorie content for absolutely everything. It’s hilarious. Traffic lights yell ” Wait! Wait!” at pedestrians. There are sidewalks even though I’m in somewhat of an industrial zone (university budget doesn’t cover fancy hotels.)

Putin loses no time before starting to collect on the debt Trump contracted with him:

Russia said it was in contact with President-elect Donald Trump’s team during the U.S. election campaign, despite repeated denials by the Republican candidate’s advisers that any links existed. “There were contacts” before the election, Russian Deputy Foreign Minister Sergei Ryabkov said Thursday, according to the Interfax news service. “We continue this work of course,” he said, without giving details of what the contacts were.

As Russians say, repayment is what makes a debt beautiful.

Gosh, I wish dumbo Reagan could come back to life for just a minute to see his own party eagerly hand over the White House to the KGB.

And this is proof that, as I said, people voted for Trump out of boredom.

The Russian Parliament  (Duma) gave a standing ovation to the news of Trump’s election. The Russian newspapers and leading propagandists are going crazy with glee.

Putin occupied the White House without a single shot fired. And that, my friends, is how you really win a cold war.

Hillary was crushed in the counties with the largest decrease in unemployment.

At least, there are protests in several cities. Good for morale, which is all we’ve got right now.

There was a period of 5 years during which I followed no news at all, believe it or not. I watched the beginning of the war in Iraq on TV, and that was it until 2008. Had no TV service at all for several of those years, never picked up a newspaper, knew nothing of what went on. Couldn’t face seeing Bush’s dumb grin, just couldn’t. Read tons of mystery novels and rented kilos of shows from Blockbuster. 

I don’t want to do that again but it’s better than seeing the orange frog spout shit every day.

The first person I talked to in Houston was a Somali cab driver who gave me an impassioned feminist speech inspired by the election results.