Global Pragmatism

Trump Doctrine? Global Pragmatism. Make deals. With Russia to help combat terrorism in return for a softer ouster of the House of Assad. Also allowing Putin to push boundaries in his own backyard. Secretary of State Rex Tillerson leverages Exxon-Mobil relationships to get key players around the table. Was strident Syria stand-off a ploy to divert attention from potential election collusion? To pave the way for a nouveau détente. Probably. And with China. Financial and trade deals in exchange for help with Syria and North Korea.

Of course. Trump could derail his own doctrine in a minute. In reaction to a perceived slight. With an errant press conference remark. Or a tweet.

Monday After

Sergio v. Justin Rose in a classic sudden-death Masters playoff. Seve Ballesteros’ birthday spirit gave García the day. Girls break up over their deep-seated narcissistic ways. Homeland finale. New York restaurant scenes aside. Isabella‘s Upper West. Orsay, Upper East. Chilling call for checks and balances. Could be quite current.

Fly the Friendly Skies? Airlines’ extreme overbooking. Next. They will drag people off planes to make room for dogs. If you pay more you can stay. Otherwise. Tough luck.

Masterful Finish

Springtime at Augusta National. A calming tradition in the midst of Trump-nadoes swirling around it. Arnie’s gone and Tiger’s done. Phippy try to tie them at 4. Sergio hoping for an homage to Seve. Spieth fighting back demons on 15. Another South African or Brit feat. An old guy playing the game of his life. Could be none of these. But. It’ll be a Masterful finish.

War Drums

When John McCain and Lindsey Graham are holding hands and skipping around the Senate floor, you know we are in for war. Joint Chiefs meet. Bomb. Bomb. Bomb. Bomb. Bomb. Iran? No. Syria. North Korea. Okay. Maybe Iran. Too. Nikki Haley was adamant at the U.N. Even milquetoast Secretary of State Tillerson seemed to growl. What ever happened to that Nationalist Trump candidate? There are drum beats emanating from Mar-a-Loco. Oh. No.

Masked Ball

Masking. Unmasking. It’s a dangerous dance. A waltz of so-called classified leaks on both sides of the floor. CNN’s national security guy Jim Sciutto worked in Obama’s White House. His former ABC colleague was none other than Susan Rice’s husband. Hmm. Wonder where Sciutto gets his “inside info” on alleged Russia connections. It’s a CNN obsession.

Meanwhile. Korea. Syria. China.

Femmes Fatales

Women. Murder. And such. The Feud had promise. Jessica Lange as Joan Crawford. Susan Sarandon as Bette Davis. But. Acting so bad. Not campy bad. Just bad. Couldn’t get through the first episode. Big Little Lies. Nicole Kidman. Reese Witherspoon. Ditto. Derived from a typically insipid Liane Moriarty book. Girls. Lena Dunham’s best season yet.

Little Deaths, a murder mystery novel by Emma Flint. A Brit who has been obsessed with crime stories since she was a girl. An okay read with with a bit of a feminist agenda. Baileys Prize Longlist. Used to be Orange Prize. Both sponsors have since ditched. Why a segregated genre for women authors? Lots of women winners of Man Booker. Good writing is good.