Not chainmaille. Chain mail. Raven post. Separate messages from Sam & Tyrion to Jon Snow that could change fortunes at Dragonstone. Is Bran the only one who knows Jon’s true relationship to Khaleesi? A confrontation to come with Cersei? We’ll see. Get rid of Littlefinger & Varys. They are whores who can never be trusted.
Email will be center stage this week. From Jared to Junior. Trump’s tweeter is off the rails. Memo to Sessions. Bye. Bye. Already. And. Prognostication about Speith’s British Open choke was premature. He was starting to prove me right on early holes Sunday, then had a miraculous rally. If he didn’t take so long to make a shot, he’d be worth watching.
Commedia dell’arte’s Scaramuccia. The skirmisher, a mainstay character in the Punch & Judy Italian puppet opera. Swashbuckling minstrel with Über Swagger. Donald’s newly appointed media leader. Anthony Scaramucci. Unlike Spicey. Sartorially-savvy. Brioni suits. Molto bello. A compact New Yorker communicator. Better fits the role. Salesman by trade. Financier extraordinaire. Goldman Sachs to Skybridge. Bottom line he’s smart and glib. And he loves his boss. From the campaign to the transition. A loyal jester in our modern Game of Trump.
Can he pull off a miraculous messaging show?
See also: Scaramouche Fandango, Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen. John Kerry’s former yacht anchored off Naushon Island.
1:08 PM. Frank Underwood Trumped. Can’t make this up. Doddering Don throws his Attorney General under the bus. Threatens Special Counsel. Calls in the New York Times to put it all on the record. Spicey and Melissa McCarthy out. Scaramucci in. Junior donning a flack jacket. ‘JIvanka’ still around. For now. New York contingent rising. Eric smart to stay far away. Tiffany partying in the Hamptons. Barron hiding behind Mommy Melania’s de Schooten skirt.
Everybody waiting for the next Manolo Blahnik to drop.
Claret Jug residing at Royal Birkdale, Southport England this year. In the hunt. U.S. Open champ Koepka took time off while Cabrera-Bello won the Scottish Open. Prefer the latter. Spieth has an early lead in with a 65, but he’ll choke. Rory wobbly. Fowler doesn’t have the fire. Kooch looks solid. Adam Scott, always the one to watch with Stevie. Bones will get less air time on the mike as the first caddie to become a fulltime commentator than he did on the bag with Phil. Who is driverless with his brother Tim. Like the strategy. British Open field. Fun!
Donald Badenov is back. From G20 vith Love. Finally met Putin in Person.
“Ring-a-ding-ding. Dis is some vild and crazy guy. Schving!! Playboy centerfold Melania charmed Vlad the Buff Vampire Slayer even better than Natasha could. Putin vill never be the same after she laughed at all his muscovian jokes. Ha ha! Who needs Vodka? Ve got along so good. Better than borscht. Don’t know vy everybody is so upset ve had another secret meeting vith no vitnesses. You vill all be sorry ven ve have negotiated the “Caviar Accord”. Peace and hotels all over the vorld. Get over it CNN. Dahz. Veedahnya.”
Lunch on a mid-July day in the lush Shakespeare Garden. Central Park.
Game of Thrones returns. After reviewing the last two episodes of gory wars, exploding bodies, and dogs’ ravenous dinner of Ramsay, Season 7 began. It couldn’t get grosser, could it? Oh yes. How does a library become a cesspool. Literally. There are tomes and turds galore. And.
Speaking of bad reads. Leaving Lucy Pear, Solomon’s “mother load” touted by WaPo, is a dud.