Whining & Opining

Cable So-Called News. It always makes me laugh when I see talking heads’ hair on fire over something Trump did or said. So. Like every minute of the day. Broken record alert! Journalism is dead. Opinion-tainment has replaced reportage. Fake news? More like produced panels with a ranting slant. They each throw in one lame counter-point of view.

Bob Woodward has it right regarding CNN’s Jim Acosta law suit:

“In the news media there has been an emotional reaction to Trump. Too many people for Trump or against Trump have become emotionally unhinged. The remedy isn’t a lawsuit,” he argued. “It’s more serious reporting about what he’s doing.”

Trump & His Jesters

New York Magazine’s Olivia Nuzzi was heading out of the White House to the North Gate when she got a call on her cell phone. She didn’t recognize the number, but answered. It was Sarah Huckabee Sanders asking Olivia to come back. Trump had heard that Nuzzi was poised to write a hit piece about chaos in the administration. She was especially going to focus on rumors that he was ready to replace Chief of Staff John Kelly with Nick Ayers.

What ensued was an Oval Office farce. As Nuzzi sat opposite Trump at his Resolute Desk, a parade came through the door behind her. John Kelly. Mike Pence. Pence’s pawn Nick Ayers. Mike Pompeo. They were purportedly there for a pre-ordained “lunch” meeting. Yet sat on the couch as Trump regaled Olivia with his greatness and then solicited their allegiance.

Surprising? No. But Nuzzi writes a brilliantly revealing funny piece which shines the light on a Petulant Adolescent President. MUST READ. Tomorrow. Lunch with Kanye!

Air Conditioned Questions

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.

The Omarosa Show

Every day the media starts a story, “Trump sparks outrage by … fill in the blank.” Tweeting insults. Inciting hostilities at campaign rallies. Everything cannot rise to the level of shock and awe. It equivocates confabulations by everyone. Which takes us to Omarosa. The ultimate villain on The Apprentice. A constant and consummate prevaricator. Bringing her into the White House was a joke and a super bad idea. It would never end well. She seeks revenge on everyone. Friend or foe. The only character who could out-con the Orange Man. Though. What’s even more outrageous in this new reality show is the New York Times et al  placing Omarosa stories above the fold. That’s the most destructive societal blow.

Miller Times

Chug your favorite brew. All day. It’s Miller times. Elizabeth Warren graces the cover of New York magazine this morning with the headline, Front Runner?  Ocasio-Cortez and Bernie are in the heartland preaching free everything. Meanwhile, Tweeter-in-Chief is threatening war with Iran. And Michael Cohen is no Ray Donovan, breakfasting with Al Sharpton at the Regency.

Over in Torino, Italia, la famiglia Molinari, the Millers, are celebrating Francesco’s British Open win. A 35-year old’s solid steady showing. Navigated the gourses between the frat house boys and the geezers to hoist the coveted claret jug. Tiger came close. For a minute.

Despicable He

Comey? Criticized by both sides of the aisle. Salacious self-serving book. Okay. He was canned ignominiously by the Kakistocratic Capo. Of course. He. The always despicable petulant adolescent President. Now in a sandbox fight with taunts and tweets right out of the elementary school playground. Assad? Genocidal autocrat. Putin? Comrade.

Makes you want to take the weekend off. Will do.

Stormy Spring

Trump vortex forming over the White House. Cannot keep up. Tweet tornadoes. Mueller. McCabe. Comey. Needed to get away from it all. Admired half-marathoners finishing a block away. Cleaned closets. Watched Bay Hill. Go Rory! No stats book obsession. He just steps up to the ball and takes the shot. Refreshing. With a leaderboard like that, golf could be back. Will Tiger peak at the Masters? Dream on. And. March zaniness. Gonzaga and Purdue left.

Stormy weather ahead. Vernal equinox notwithstanding. Happy St. Joseph’s Day.