Bran recalled Littlefinger’s phrase in Game of Thrones. It may apply to today’s Trump administration. Chief of Staff John Kelly looks like jelly in the wake of his boss’ derailment syndrome. Trump talking off-the-cuff to give cover to KuKluxers in his mid-town tower.
In the meantime. Wily Steve Bannon gave an interview to moonbat Robert Kuttner in Amherst, Massachusetts no less. Calling Alt-Right fringe a collection of clowns. Identity politics will crush the Democrats, said he. Thinking his comments were off-the-record. Kuttner & Bannon do seem to share antipathy for Chinese trade shenanigans. Bannon must be out-the-door.
Chaos is a ladder to unity afterall. To sanity and comity. A civil coup.
From McMaster to even Jeff Sessions, Generals’ voices are coalescing around a rational nucleus. Charlottesville, Virginia shone the light on evil, historic statues and symbols of division and violence born of hate. It showed Terry McAuliffe to be a bad manager. But, on the bright side. It also affords an opportunity to cleanse the White House of Bannon and the Alt-Right. If a case can be made by the Generals, this may be the perfect moment to get rid of the destructive chaos faction of the West Wing. And. The military leaders seem to be the ones least interested in going to war. So. Maybe a silent coup is best.
On a ridiculous side trek. Mario Cantone is clearly the winner over Bill Hader in the Scaramouche battle. Anthony himself took his medicine like a man. Let’s see where he lands.
A most sage mAd source posited a theory. Now that General Kelly’s in charge. Will he secretly mount a coup d’état? A patriotic call to save the country?
Four generals. One Army. Three Marines. National Security Advisor General McMaster has been firing Bannon-ites left and right. General Mattis is ensconced at Defense. General Joseph Dunford, Joint Chiefs of Staff. Semper Fi. Congress at their command. Once they ditch Ivanka & Jared, the Palace Coup will be easy. Install Pence as their puppet with Trump in retreat.
TTSD sufferers take solace. There may be an elixir yet.
Trump’s Saturday morning massacres are becoming de rigueur. Twisted tweet storms cause tremors around the globe. Ripple effect could topple France’s neo-nationalist Marine LePen’s election chances. The more unstable POTUS seems, the less influence he’ll have.
Best to stay away from newsy-ness. Conan O’Brien’s TBS special in Mexico is hilarious. Girls’ last season is fraught with freaky frames. Matthew Rhys lets it all hang out for a teaching moment last week. This week we endure toilet scenes and Hannah enceinte.
Nope. Not many real snowflakes this winter. At least not in the City. Not yet. But. To all you snowflakes out there. Huddled in your safe zones. In denial that the Pats are owned by Trump buddy Bob Kraft. And that recent golf partner Tiger missed the cut.
Here are 3 suggestions to thwart TTSD: 1) Watch old episodes of Billy on the Street. 2) Read spy novels by Alex Berenson. 3) Listen to Bruce Springsteen read his autobiography.
Hasta Luego to our doorman Pedro. 42 years at the same building. West Side Rag.
Good News. Trump is emphasizing economic growth and jobs across racial and gender lines. Bad News. He’s still obsessed with conspiracy fraud in the election results and crowd size. TTSD continues.
Good News. Left-wing activist groups will raise bizillions of dollars railing against Trump’s agenda and social policies. Bad News. Identity politics won’t win general elections.
Good News. My picks made it to the Super Bowl. Bad News. Pats may win. Again.
Good News. Tiger returns to Torrey Pines. Bad News. If he doesn’t make the cut it’ll suck.
Rodney Dangerfield. The comedian famous for lamenting “I don’t get no respect”. This may be the constant rant we hear over the next four years. As our new Petulant Adolescent President continues his knee-jerk – emphasis on jerk – reactions to each perceived disrespect. With Theresa May sounding similar in the UK it could be a dangerous world. Cue TTSD.
On the football field. Will I. Am v. Peeper Creeper. The 2 Rodgers v. the Ryan-Shanahan Fighting Irish. Okay. I say. SuperBowl. Atlanta v. Pats. Atlanta wins.