The candidate casino. $100 in chips today. How’d you bet? $35 Warren. $15 Biden. $10 Harris. $5 Booker. $5 Buttigieg. $5 Woo-Woo Williamson. $25 Somebody Who Can Win.
Scaramouche has had a come-to-Jeezus epiphany about our Petulant Adolescent President. Why? He’s looking to make a buck by convincing Nikki Haley or Mark Sanford to make a primary run at Trump.
FedEx Cup. That end of season golf thing. After an even more convoluted fan-phobic structure this year. Who will win? Who cares?
Mary’s teleportation to Heaven from Earth. No surprise there. She was still a virgin when she gave birth.
And so it begins. Mueller Time. Republicans will look to AG Barr’s washing away any evidence of high crimes and misdemeanors as redemption. Democrats will see Barr’s news conference as a whitewash of obstruction charges. As always, each side will take away the words which corroborate its own Trump narrative.
Journalism’s low bar for objectivity no more glaring than anchors’ hair on fire even before the report is released.
Nancy Pelosi will ultimately play Pontius Pilate.
In better news. Mayor Pete can speak beautiful French. Just to brighten his halo before an NYC fundraiser. And. Capitalism again rules. $800 million already raised to rebuild Notre Dame.
Victor Hugo gasps as the flaming spire falls through the roof. Quasimodo emerges from the embers. He is stunned. Can it be true? The bell towers are intact. He climbs to ring a carillon call of relief.
Notre Dame. Our Lady of Paris survives. She lives to see her baby on the altar on Good Friday. Okay. He’s nailed to a cross. But. Hey. He’ll rise on Easter Sunday. As will The Cathedral. Yay.
- Photo. Cathedral of St. John the Divine. NYC.
Christmas Eve 2018. Ben Levine.
Bizarre coincidence. St. John had a fire this week. On Palm Sunday.
O Night Divine. Gloriously sung in French by soprano Susanna Phillips at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine. Applause wafted up the aisle. Couldn’t help it. Capped off last night’s Christmas Eve service with choirs and horns and harps and a Paul Winter sax solo. And. The most haunting organ crescendo Harking the Herald of Angels. Transported. Second annual tradition with Ben.
Inclusive Episcopalian congregation. A little political. But. No kneeling!
Pope Francis finally addressed the Catholic Church’s truth in a letter to his global flock. Admitting that there was institutional abandonment of its vulnerable children. Too little too late for decades of victims. But. A good start. Still. How many priests are in jail for committing obvious sexual predator crimes?
WSJ’s great sports columnist, Jason Gay poses a question. If you owned an NFL team today would you sell it or hold on to the investment? Given injuries, political controversies, player misconduct, lagging attendance, tv ratings. What would you do?
Melania Trump sporting a pussy bow as she headlines a cyber bullying conference. First First Lady Troller-in-Chief.
Sizzling in the City. Weeks of air conditioned whirring leads to wondering.
How can Catholics continue to go to church? Where are you Francesco? Don’t say you’ll hold those accused or covered it up accountable. Boston’s Cardinal Law just died in the Vatican’s lap of luxury. A generational epidemic with no cure-ate in sight.
Why would Broadway talent & Melania impersonator Laura Benanti take part in the Luann de Lesseps Real Housewives Countess Cabaret Show? Sad.
Why do professional women on television continue to dress like they are at the beach or going to a hoochi afterhours club? If men wore muscle shirts would you take them seriously?
Will Tiger ever win another major? Still mourning his runner-up finish at the PGA a week ago. Broken record alert! He needs new blood on the bag. Ditch Joey. And. The driver.
Why is Trump having a Hamptons fundraiser in the middle of the day on a summer Friday? Because he is Trump the ultimate traffic troll. And. For a hot dog.
Christmas Eve Lobster Palooza! No Newburg this year. Thanks to Alicat & Co.
Centerpiece by Joe
Then. Midnight services. Glorious music. Gorgeous architecture. Lots of incense.
Cathedral of Saint John the Divine