Follow the money. Mueller will subpoena Trump’s tax returns. They may well reveal shady dealings. Loans from Russian banks? Deutsche Bank can’t be the only source of funding. Donnie Jr. already admitted as much. And. Kushner comes from a sleazy clan with a history of crossing legal and ethical lines. So. Here we go.
Pence has lawyered up. He must have been witness to compromising discussions of at least obstruction. He’ll have to tell the truth. Or resign. Next in line. President Paul Ryan.
The white guys let slimy Comey slither. A snake when he grandstanded to thwart Hillary’s election chances. Now his so-called candor is congratulated as he leaks memos through a friend. It took Senator Dianne to call out Comey for not putting on his big boy pants and stand up to Trump. Why didn’t he say no to The Donald’s invitations? Advise him about proper FBI etiquette? He was either surreptitiously creating a case for obstruction or he’s a political wimp.
Then there are Sessions, Priebus, and Kushner who scurried away, leaving Trump alone with Comey while peeking in through the door. Boo! Retreat. McConnell & Ryan. Saying Donald’s a rookie, doesn’t know the ropes. No heroes here. Milquetoast patrol. We are screwed.
To act. Check. Balance. Intervene. Take a stand. Is there a statesman or stateswoman in the House? Or the Senate? It’s not okay to support the behavior of this petulant adolescent President. Tolerate dangerous tweets. Huge leadership vacuum. Mitch. Paul. Where are you? It’s not about legalities. Nor policies. Nor the next election. It’s about the Country.
The Press is no better. They cheerlead for tweets and misdeeds to keep coming. Ranting about Russia. Soliciting leaks. For ratings and dollars. As Rome burns.
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.
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!
Global warming? Balmy February in New York. Rowboats on the Lake.
Bannon’s economic nationalism. Dismantling administrative state. Trump golfing with Els and McIlroy. The new abnormal.
Books are still normal. Just finished a good one. The Honeymoon, Dinitia Smith. A novel about literary icon George Eliot’s life and last honeymoon. Which was a doozy. See review here. Oscars. Ho-hum. This year.
Unprecedented resistance march on Central Park West. He’s Not My President’s Day rally from 59th to 67th. Even Northamptonites were there. A young kid yelled, “look it’s Steve Bannon!” Ha. It’s going to be a long four years. Fun to watch the throngs gather.
Better to walk just down the hill to Tavern on the Green’s outdoor garden for a private protest on a sunny warm February afternoon.