The Yankees must have won the ALDS in a sweep. The Forty Niners must have crushed Cleveland. Trump must have done something nutty enough that even the Republicans are in revolt. See Nikki Haley.
Family’s recovered from the rollicking wedding in New England.
Everyone must have watched Succession. Okay. No spoilers anyway. Just a little tease. Blood sacrifice. Next week. Season finale.
A Petulant Adolescent President who has no clue what is right or wrong. A House Intel Committee Chair who is his own parody. Whew. At least there is one adult in the room. Speaker Pelosi. She rules with an iron gavel and a sound strategic view of the situation.
Then over at The View. Hillary continues to whine as she finds every reason not to take responsibility for her own money-grubbing lazy campaign mistakes. As Chelsea seems to blindly support that delusion.
And. Poor Bernie makes age now a real factor. That would seem to accrue to the youngest of the septuagenarians. Yes. Elizabeth Warren.
For a TV-addicted Prez, it’s odd that he missed 8 seasons of HBO’s Homeland. He’d have learned that when you go to introduce yourself to the CIA, you shouldn’t diss their fallen heroes. Or. Constantly bash their former and current leadership. The Deep State may not be fictitious.
Yes. You crossed the wrong people. Saul, Carrie, Dar. They can’t even trust each other. What made you think they wouldn’t take you down? See Whistleblower. CIA. Hey. You asked for it.
Logan Roy pits his kids against each other in a fratricidal competition, akin to Soapatriarch Victor Newman. In that other reality show, Trump sets up his spawn to vie for the family business with a nod to have the next G-7 at their Doral Resort in that swing state of Florida.
Over in Democrat land. Elizabeth Warren is drawing huge crowds. It could be a bloody fight with Sleepy Joe for the nomination. Uglier than a Kendall-Roman wrestling match where each ends up Shivved.
A rough & tumble Fall. For some of us. That’ll be fun.
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.
Petulant Adolescent Incoherent President rambled about everything and The Wall. Barbed Wire. Another brick. In The Wall. What? Yup. Tijuana. Marijuana. Military. National Emergency. For The Wall. What?
Meanwhile. Former FBI guy admits that an administrative coup was in the works. 25th Amendment. Today it seems relevant. Oy vey.
Nancy Pelosi is looking like the only adult in the room. Underestimated her. She is strategic and strong. Hope she prevails.
Trump will walk in and hope people shake his hand. He’ll smile like he’s a rock star anyway. He’ll have victims of crimes by illegal immigrants sitting with Melania who will wear something gorgeously controversial.
Pelosi will make faces like she’s sucking lemons. Pence will look at the President the way Nancy Reagan looked at Ronnie. Some Dems will stage a scene. Trump will say something predictably petulantly adolescently unprecedential. Take a chug every time he snorts or says border security or work together or best ever.