Author: Carol Colitti Levine

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Im Peach Pit

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.

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Pre-Emption

Nikki Haley’s new book says that John Kelly & Rex Tillerson tried to get her to join the Insider White House Resistance. Hmmm. As I’ve said. She’s going to be the first woman President.

Dems will hold impeachment hearings on all broadcast channels this week. Pre-empting daytime drama sweeps. Guess who’d be more interesting? Schiffty-Schiff or Shifty Victor. Yep.

Warning. Choose to askew Catherine the Great. Insipidly stupid & gross. Helen Mirren as a horny old hag. Couldn’t do it. Meanwhile, Jack Ryan is ripped from the headlines. An action-packed diversion.

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Run Mike Bloomberg!

Voted for Mike Bloomberg in 2016. Wrote him in. Now he’s filed for Alabama Presidential Primary. Biden weak. Warren can’t win.

Bloomberg’s a guy who actually runs stuff well and gets things done. Public sector. Private Sector. Can spend his own bucks. No need for fundraisers. Beholden to neither K Street nor Wall Street. But. Would middle America vote for a short billionaire Jew from New York?!  They should. I said it before and I’ll say it again. Run. Mike. Run.

President Mike

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Foxes in Hen House

Don Trump, Jr. is hawking a book.Triggered. He & ex-Fox-bot-current-girlfriend Kimberly Guilfoyle broke into the screeching coop at The View. Where five women typically engage in an indecipherable free-for-all. More so today. A few low blows hollered through. Blackface. Rape. Roman Polanski. Whistleblowers. The hens were a mess.

In 2018 a senior White House administration official calling him/herself Anonymous wrote an Op-Ed in the NYTimes. As part of the Insider Trump Resistance. His/her new book is coming out soon. The Warning. I guessed Kirstjen Nielsen or Nick Ayers then. Now. No clue.

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Dogs Are the New Kids

It’s official. Dogs are the new kids. In San Francisco they literally outnumber children according to this article.  Overrunning everything including the workplace. On the Upper West Side, it’s getting close to the tipping point, too. Lots of strollers. Some have little people in them. More often, pet pups.

Don’t even think about giving someone’s “fur-baby” an askance glance in a restaurant or store. You’ll get the evil eye. Like you said their toddler was ugly. So. Yeah. Dander-allergy-sufferers. We’re screwed.

Not wanting to discriminate. What was with the black cat on the field at the Giants-Cowboys game? Wooooooo.

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Sense and Sensibility

As the election year shapes up, voters look for authenticity in candidates and politicians. Mayor Pete is a married gay military vet who hunts. He doesn’t play any of those cards for identity label advantage. Lizzie Warren is a consistent consumer hawk who talks about her life. But. Never plays the woman card as a thing. Both rising in the polls.

Series finale of The Affair. Made total sense. A sublime ending with earned redemption and hope. Beautifully crafted by Sarah Treem, the brilliant writer also noted for In Treatment and House of Cards.

And. Lamar Jackson, QB Ravens. C’mon.

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Turned World

So. In today’s world. The hottest events are gender-reveal parties. Balloons. Skywriting. Cakes. And. Public marriage proposal surprises at stadiums or on live television. Where a man still gives a woman a ring. And she gushes with glee. Okay. Yay.

In this same world. Gender is no longer allowed to be a thing. He and she have become they and we. And. The logical extension of that is crossover into women’s sports. Where brawn is key.

Get it? You tell me.

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Celebra-thon!

Annual Celebration. Dr. Husband’s Birthday Eve. Central Park goes all out in its pyrotechnics display. This year was most awesome.

Okay. It’s also the NYC Marathon Opening Ceremony. They let us locals get right under the lights without obstruction.

No. Not going to run. But hey. It’s fun!

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City Skippy Hallow

It’s happening again. The annual annoyance. Trepidatious trigger. Menacing micro-aggression. Halloween.

City stoops draped with creepy crawly spider-infested cobwebs. Blood. Gore. Headless horsemen. Cheap candy. Slutty witches. Pornographic princess costumes. Men in Marvel spandex. Crinkly skin. Gross.

 

Kids are cute. Until 10-years old. Then. Just. Cut it out. No not the jack-o-lantern. Trick-or-Treating. Arcane holiday. Let it go.

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Zo Zo Good

While we were waking up to another soggy weekend morning, hearing the news that U.S. Special Forces bagged Al-Baghdadi, Tiger was teeing up his fourth round at the ZOZO Tournament in Japan. Which he won. Tying Sam Snead’s record.

Later. Niners crushed the Panthers 51 – 13. Can that be right? And. Belichick racked up his 300th Patriots win. As fans booed the Prez, Houston creamed the Nationals 7-1, now leading World Series 3-2.

Managed to get in a good mystery as well.   Drowning With Others
by an amalgamated woman-man author team called Linda Keir.