After leaving at least G-5 of the G-7 shaking their heads back in Québec. Now the UnPrecedential President is in Singapore to meet Little Rocket Man for an unprecedented summit. Why not? Dennis Rodman in the house. Why not? Will Donny T make Kimmy Jong the new celebrity dictator? Why not? It’s a new day. In a new way. Pundits and analysts are spraying flame retardant all over each other so their hair doesn’t catch fire.
Back to the very presidential Obama. If true, he’s been having private summits of his own with so-called 2020 candidates. Joe Biden. Bernie Sanders. Elizabeth Warren. Deval Patrick. Cory Booker. Whew. Old and shallow bench. Dust off those MAGA hats.
Dennis Rodman is already wearing his. We’ll see.
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.
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.
Rex Tillerson’s ouster was communicated by a tweet. Bad blood was evident in the Secretary’s awkward breathless speech. An ungracious President’s latest to leave the White House’s inner circle. Trump better watch his step and hire a food taster quick. He’s piling up enemies by the minute. If he crosses Vlad next, who knows what’ll happen. It’ll get even Stormy-er in the Oval Office. Pompeo & Bolton? Whoa. That’ll be a hawk show. Duck and cover.
Apologies to the former Cat Stevens.
The “cone of uncertainty”. A newly minted weather phrase that promises unpredictability. With. No accountability. Will. The hurricane hit what city. Trump’s generals take us to war against North Korea’s “rocket man”. The stock market correct to pop the overvalued bubble. The NFL implode. Democrats and Republicans meld to disappear. The United Nations get swept into the East River. Yes. The world is in the path of an amorphous Category 5 cyclone.
MSNBC’s Katy Tur covered the Trump campaign from its inception. She saw first hand the crowd reaction to his brand of populism and their excitement at having someone who related to their desire for settling scores. A new bully on their side for a change who promised to level the playing field. Trump is their guy no matter his latest tweet. If the media and establishment continue to ignore this segment of America, it will be at their future peril.
Summer cannot be over. Labor Day done already. Congress back to confront a myriad of challenges. DACA. Hurricanes. Tax reform. Oh. And. Nuclear North Korea. Bring back M.A.S.H. reruns which will remind. Horrors mild compared to what another war on that peninsula would be. With two unpredictable leaders, wacky weather, legislative malaise. Duck and cover.
On a lighter note, new binge is cheeky fun spy trilogy. Worricker. Bill Nighy, Helena Bonham Carter. Distraction fodder. And take a climb up to the castle folly in Central Park to get a new perspective on things.