Fifth Democrat Debate.
Mayor Pete got his test. Tulsi took him on. He rallied. But. Did not close the deal. So. Against Trump? Joe waffled but didn’t pass out in a puddle. Tom Steyer got too much time. Kamala fakes accent. Amy shaky but funny. Elizabeth too dependent on Fed Gov’t to solve the country’s ills. Yang refreshing. Booker black-ish. Bernie consistent.
Bottom line. Nobody elicited excitement. Pretty boring.
Moulin Rouge. The Musical.
Cheeky Whimsical Parody of the Original. Serial Show-Stoppers. Modern Pop Playlist. Dancing. Singing. Dying. Confetti. Aerial stunts. Fun!
La Traviata and La Bohème all rolled into one.
Kitschy. Kitschy. Ya. Ya. Ga. Ga.
Front row mezzanine. Loved the lavish sets and costumes. Paris. Montmarte. Giant Elephant. Le Moulin Rouge- The Red Windmill.
Every Broadway Cliché you could ask for. Just what we needed after a day of impeachment fatigue. Ten minutes from home. Allons-nous-en!
Dems are complaining about everybody. Nobody measures up.
Buttigieg doesn’t appeal to people of color.
Warren’s policies are too far left.
Bernie is a self-proclaimed Socialist.
Biden is against legalizing marijuana.
Kamala’s campaign is in shambles.
Bloomberg is phony on stop & frisk.
Deval is a Wall Street darling.
Cory is for charter schools.
Amy is just boring.
Yet they want you to vote. Not for any of these people. Just against Trump. Good luck with that.
Ray Donovan is back. Mick takes Bunchy’s place in the slammer. For how long? Cartoon-ish. But. Still fun. Aunt Sandy is worth the watch. Meanwhile. Nancy is baiting Donny to testify before Schiffty’s Committee. Now. That could nix everything. And. What a show.
West Side Rag did a great article illustrating what restaurants & storefronts look like before and after the epidemic scourge of scaffolding. The two examples have been dealing with this blight for over six years. Killing small businesses all over the City. Hoping it will elicit local government action. We need Ray to fix this contractors’ cabal.
Watching the Schiffty Schiff Show? Cool. Got the whole UWS to myself. Nancy Pelosi has declared bribery as the poll-tested word of the day, so it sounds more like a clearly impeachable offense.
Even if Trump isn’t ousted by the Senate, Deval Patrick is now in the race. So. All good. No need to focus on the election. It’s in the bag.
Speaking of bag. Time to revisit Stuffington Post to get ready to cook traditional recipes for a happier day.
We get one day off from Democrat-Run TV today. Yay. All networks gavel-to-gavel impeachment droning yesterday. Complaints all over the net. More tomorrow. Cable News isn’t enough?
Anyway. No worries. Deval Patrick has joined Mayor Mike now in the ever-growing Democrat scrum. Can Hillary be far behind? While Schiff & Co. grind along. It’s all nuts.
So. 4-hour binged Back to Life on Showtime. It’s not Fleabag. Daisy Haggard isn’t Phoebe Waller-Bridge. But. She’s good. As is the cast. It is absurdist earthy and in the end sweet.
In the giddy gleeful atmosphere of the media’s hype of impeachment inquiry on TV, Brian Williams made the ecstatic declaration that “Impeachment will be in the first line of Trump’s obituary”. Yay. Colbert had an Impeachment Eve tree and celebration.
The public hearing has begun. At 10am. 11:30am. Two guys still droning on. Everyone looks like they are taking a nap. Including the Dems. Imagine what the rest of the country is feeling. Yawn. And can’t watch anything else. Already in a ditch.
Trump may have done something wrong. Yes. But. This is not going well so far. Keeping the public interested. Probably not.