It's nonsense.

It's gibberish.

It's Hong Kong quack, quack, Hong Kong, quack, quack.

This could all go horribly wrong at any minute.

Hello there and welcome to the 200 and 36 edition of Blues Flax Raincast entitled Hong Kong Quack Quack.

And it certainly has been a Hong Kong quack quack of a

week. The title came really initially from the speech that I was listening to the other day, the 54-minute

speech that he gave at the United Nations, because God knows he needed at least just a little less

than an hour to really tell them often and to basically, you know, shitkick for a while.

And it was unbelievable. I listened to it in the background as I sat here at this desk.

And it was as if a ball-pene hammer was just lightly tapping, tapping at my skull,

tapping at it, tapping, tapping, tapping, until I almost expected my shell to break open

and a giant duckling to arise and fly into the air or at

least stumble out onto my desk.

It's just unbelievable.

Okay?

It's just extraordinary.

And he might as well, the reason I entitled to Hong Kong Quack Quack is because in part, that

was the title I had. As soon as I

heard him say, you'd go through about 10 minutes of the speech. I thought, you know why? He would be better off as a country. He would be better off as the president if he just stood there and said hunk, hank, quack, quack.

If he just went quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, hon, just went quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, quack, if he'd

just done that, if he had done that, instead of forming words, words that were just literally at times, offensive, abusive, disturbing.

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