On one side of the big top, Gorsuch patiently endures as Senators pontificate. Then when it’s his turn he decides to lean back to hug his wife. What?! Over on the other end of the tent, Sean Spicer looks ready to hurl the podium in Melissa McCarthy style as reporters laugh at his lame attempt to tap dance. In the center ring, master Comey is in full control. He reveals an investigation into Trump world’s possible collusion with Russia to tilt the campaign.
Will the whole show go the way of Ringling Brothers?
The Art of the Deal. Taking it to the limits of all decorum and propriety. Scaring the country to distraction with wacky tweets and ridiculous rhetoric. Moving at light speed through Executive Orders with veiled threats. Then. The Don comes out in front of Congress with surprising sanity. Can it be believed? Maybe. Democrats will be so relieved not to have mass deportations or sick people dumped in the streets, they will have no choice but to compromise.
Hope springs… A nice couple from Louisiana gave us Mardi Gras beads in Central Park yesterday. So. As they say. Laissez les bon temps rouler!
Steve Bannon. The President In Effect. A guy who made big bucks investing in Seinfeld. Editor of alt-right Breitbart. Conspiracy theorist and closet racist. Puppetmaster of populism. Trump whisperer. National Security Council interloper. Anti-Muslim executive order architect. Xenophobe-in-Chief. Dangerous if left unchecked. Courts and Congress need to take action. Soon.
“He was spurred on by the conviction that the world needed his immediate presence.” -Cervantes
Tilting at every windmill. Chasing larger-than-life glory. In gilded armor, Don is saddled up and ready to ride into Washington, D.C. The knight-errant has zig-zagged through life to become El-Jefe-in-Chief. El Hidalgo Trumpo de Queens makes it to the top of the peak. From his White House Castillo with loyal little Sancho Penza in tow they’ll take on foes from far and wide. Will it be Aldonza Melania or Dulcinea Ivanka by his side. ¿¡Viva!? o ¿¡Cuidado!?
Waking up to Mika & Joe in pajamas is unnerving enough. Creepy Christmas tidings. Then Sean Spicer, newly named Press Secretary, tries to calm everybody down saying that Trump just wants to modernize our nuclear capability. But. No. Mika in her jammies tells us she spoke to the Donald and he is fine with an arms race with Russia or whoever. There’s a new sheriff in town. John Wayne and his wild west shoot from the hip foreign policy is born.
For all of you pundits looking for a Trump Doctrine. Take refuge in the closest bunker for the next 4 years. It ain’t gonna happen. To top it all off. He golfed today with Tiger. Mar-a-Loco. Merry and Happy!!
Trump is concocting a sassy sauce of business and military cabinet picks. Many tethered to Vlad the Invader. Keep your enemies close? Hmmm. Foe or friend in the end? Interesting. Another Putin-phile, Exxon-Mobil’s Tillerson for State. Netanyahu on board. Is that bad?
Outrage. So many of these people have no government experience! Isn’t that the point? More private over public sector. New perspectives. That’s good. A mix of fresh tastes. Several women of varied backgrounds so far. Okay lots of rich white men. In any event. This will be different.
Traumatic Trump Stress Disorder. A malady coined by Dr. Husband from which he suffers. As has been studied, this year’s seasonal syndrome is caused by the remote prospect of Trump as President. Sleep loss. Hand wringing. Combing the internet for stories which afford solace. Trolling for swing state polls showing widening gaps for Hillary. Trying to avoid hearing the next unsavory snipe, yet addicted to cable news like a rubbernecker at a train wreck.
My prescription for Dr.H? Write. Laugh. Find the humor in it. He’s not going to win! Is he?
Can’t the election just be over? It has happened. The coarse discourse of this campaign season has gotten worse. It has devolved into a tit for tat of Donald and Bill doing bad things to women. Pussy bows and pussy footing around. The larger problem of men with fame and power taking advantage of women over the decades. From LBJ to JFK. Congressmen. Newsmen. Creepy bosses. Casting couches. Complicit spouses.
It’s a dynamic that seems to be never ending. Too bad the first woman to become President is the wrong person to shine the light on this ongoing epidemic.
Trump owned beauty pageants, hung out at the Playboy mansion. How is anyone surprised by his boorish behavior. It has always been thus. Men of a certain generation. Ring a ding ding. And such. Rat Pack. Rudy Giuliani. Newt Gingrich. Steve Bannon. Roger Ailes. Bill Clinton et al. Should be a spicy debate.
Okay. 40 minutes into the Veep debate. Kaine is just creepy. Moderator is beyond incompetent and biased. Pence seems sincere. Even if he is defending a petulant adolescent for President. So. Here’s something to cheer us up. West Side Rag’s photo of a creative restaurant in the ‘hood. Enjoy.