Back from Maine

Amateur Brain Surgeon and The Bride had to cut short their Maine vacation owing to the impending birth of their first grandchild; they are still waiting for the shy child to show herself....

While we wait, here is a panoramic photo of what ABS and The Bride are blessed to be able to look out upon from the deck of their camp








The entirety of the state of Maine is the Portland Franchise of Dead Diocese Inc. America and, as it is in most areas of New England, the faith - historically weak - is now virtually non-existent and the once minority population of Catholics have seen their parishes collapsed and subsumed into clusters (Yes, ABS is omitting writing the wise ass next logical word).

Maine is insanely liberal to the point where even they must be courting embarrassment by these publicly advertised attractions:



O, and Maine now has this magazine which is a vehicle for advertisements and precious politicised propaganda championing the approved cultural marxists ethos.




Because the reader is not likely ever to have to suffer reading one of these issues, ABS has written a mock interview of a couple shacked-up together in Kennebunkport, Maine, a place sodomites infested long ago (it is the local version of Mykonos, Greek or Provincetown, Massachusetts, or San Francisco, California).



Tim and his husband, Tim too, were settled into their luscious looking squishy soft yellow couch as they greeted me for the interview: his twin daughters, Herve and Chèvre, were in the kitchen making a pitcher of lemonade and texting their Mom a missive mocking Tim and Tim Too as "giant fags"

Tim, tell me about your new wine bar, Mindfulness.

Well, ABS, when I realised that I was unhappy in my former marriage and often caught myself thinking about taking a hard one up the pipe from Tim Too, I realised that I was not just a simple social justice warrior who was doing all that he could to fight light pollution so the just hatched baby loggerhead turtles would not crawl
towards The Waffle House parking lot instead of the ocean , I also realised I was a serious sodomite who...

Excuse me, Tim, but aren't Loggerheads hatched on the coasts of warmer states, such as Florida , rather than this freeze locker state of insane liberalism, dead christianity, coastal sodomy, antique shops, and Yoga dens?



Yes, technically, but Tim Too really likes turtles, so we knew we just had to do something other than ceaselessly explain to normal men what the color periwinkle means...