An expanded bike lane running up Central Park West has been approved. Displacing parking spaces. Oy. Whatta mess.
I’m in the not so cute camp. USA World Cup Women’s Soccer player Morgan sipping tea seemed like cheeky unsportsmanlike conduct.
The Bernie lane may have narrowed, but added together with Warren’s poll numbers, leftest lane is the widest.
Trump’s nicknames do resonate. Sleepy Creepy Joe. Crazy Bernie.
But. When Trump dubbed Buttigieg Alfred E. Neuman, Mayor Pete had to Google it. For us oldsters, Mad Magazine, and its mascot are easy to conjure. That familiar face of our generation was derived from several drawings including a c. 1940’s postcard.
Have to admit. Trump nailed it with this one.
Brett Kavanaugh may or may not have been a drunken aggressor in high school or a frat fiend in college. If so, he should be disqualified for a seat on the Supreme Court. My experience with DKE, of which he was a member, is that it was a notoriously nasty fraternity of jocks who behaved badly toward outsider men and women alike.
That said, what’s going on in our country now is scary. If a person can accuse another person of a serious action or even crime by writing an anonymous letter, which is immediately published or read on national television, we should all be very afraid. Get into your bunkers and hide. One phone call to Ronan Farrow can ruin the reputation and career of anyone. Innocent until proven guilty is gone. No one is safe.
CNN’s constant aging pundit, Carl Bernstein seems to want to equate all of Trump’s actions with Watergate. It’s really mostly to elevate his forgotten glory. Does anybody remember Nixon, the scandal or him? Meanwhile, the other half of the Washington Post’s bygone investigative team, Bob Woodward has finished a new book, Fear- atmosphere in the current White House.
Woodward has consistently railed against the press’ opinionated infotainment bent. No longer objective journalism, with few exceptions. He says, “I worry, I worry for the business, for the perception of the business, not just Trump supporters, they see that smugness … I think you can ride both horses, intensive inquiry, investigation, not letting up … at the same time, realize that it’s not our job to do an editorial on this.”- Axios Agree! His book comes out 9/11.
Media talking heads seem to have a problem knowing the preferred pronunciation of prominent peoples’ names. From veterans like Andrea Mitchell and Chuck Todd to more likely culprits at FoxNews. They all say “Steen” and “Stine” interchangeably. Often in the same paragraph. It’s Rod Rosenstein (STINE). Harvey Weinstein (STEEN). Carl BernSTEEN. How can these people cover the news so incompetently? It’s their only job to know these things.
There is no excuse for anyone to mispronounce the esteemed Senator from California’s surname. The most seasoned brilliant fair-minded person in government. As they’ve been doing all day. For the love of God. It’s Dianne Feinstein (STINE)!!!
Go back to 1983. William Safire agrees with me. How I miss his On Language column.
Okay. It’s all set. Bannon News Network. Now that Bannon’s out of the White House. He’s free to wrangle Breitbart editors he likes plus liberated Fox friends Bill O’Reilly, Bill Shine, Sean Hannity, to form the Alt-CNN communications network. A clear offensive against the Alt-Left, especially the Left Overs in the White House- Gary Cohn, Dina Powell, Ivanka & Jared, General H.R. McMaster. Game on. Old White Men’s Last Stand. Yup. House of Cards will seem tame.
Burning Down the House. No. Not Speaker of the House Paul Ryan’s Donald Trump dilemma.
A new novel by Jane Mendelsohn. Her work combines David Byrne’s classic Talking Heads songs with Charlotte Brontë’s Jane Eyre in a new Broadway musical. Sounds cool. Right? Too bad it’s a minor aside to the main plot. What? Yup. Never a clear connection to the story of anti sex-trafficking causes. I don’t mind a political agenda. Just don’t pose it as a fictional work. Other that that. The cover attracted me to the depiction of the San Remo on the Upper West Side. Problem was. Everyone in the book lives either in the Village or on the Upper East Side. Calling all editors. Anyway. Liked the cover. Love David Byrne.