ON MATTERS OF DUBIOUS INTEREST
But nobody is about to tell the Emperor that he has no clothes. The capper came yesterday when it was revealed that Putin & Co. had been providing Iran with intelligence to help Iran strike US warships, aircraft and other US assets. And the administration said that made no difference! Continue reading “Trump’s in Way Over His Head”
We learned this month that the total of Trump’s personal corruption now exceeds 4 billion dollars. This bloated sum was achieved through complicated crypto deals and contributions from United Arab Emirates, Pakistan and other favor-seekers. Much of these gains are of questionable legality. It all started more than eight years ago as seen in this piece from Trumpworld Begins (now available on Amazon).
I took to imagining what would transpire after the last rites were administered and everyone got copies (redacted, certainly) of the Epstein files that did him in. His death was not unexpected, and celebrations occurred worldwide. Read about that in Trumpworld Begins, publishing on February 5. Continue reading “The King Is Dead”
They are all narcotized with power—all of Trump’s enablers. You saw that in their lying canned responses to the Minneapolis killing of an innocent woman. Trump is never going to stop his lies. When asked by the New York Times if there were any limits on his global powers, Trump said: “Yeah, there is one thing. My own morality. My own mind. It’s the only thing that can stop me.” He meant, I think, his own mortality, a typical verbal confusion for him. And of course he has no morality.
It’s hard to know which one to remark on: the healthcare follies, the fraudulent recent speech, the growing number of boats sunk, the Trump-Kennedy Center, cutting loose Ukraine, the gluttonous ballroom, and of course the manhandled Epstein files. The pileup of these things is just astonishing. Continue reading “The Scandale du Jour”
Finally, unless I croak, Trumpworld Begins should be published in a couple of weeks. There have been problems, naturally. The book consists of blog posts, from the period 2016 to 2018, that clearly show the chaos unfolding as the participants fumbled their way through Trump 1. As characters in this earlier drama they are almost, but not quite, as batty and inept as those in our contemporary cast. Continue reading “The Importance of Trump 1”
Gavin Newsom captioned this AI pic “Goodnight, Peasants!” as Trump fled to Florida to escape the intense pressures of Washington. Unless you’ve been asleep for the past week, you know how:
Continue reading “Starve the Children and Ground the Planes”
The actions of this administration and its leader often leave us open-mouthed and tongue-tied. Trying to categorize what’s going on we use defective, inaccurate, fuzzy words like fascism, conservatism, liberal. Yes, we resort to clichés. We argue. What does “liberal” mean anymore? The imprecision is not just in the political context. Abstract and broad concept words tend to become not only ambiguous and diverse; they vary with the user’s understanding, background and purpose. Continue reading “There Are No Words”
No, I don’t mean the old Black Sabbath album. It’s what came to mind as a short take on Trump’s transfiguration from the bumbling dodo of the first term to the crazed sociopath we deal with today. Black Sabbath’s music was a pretense, a masquerade for the masses. Trump and his crew are all too real. Continue reading “Live Evil”
The President is king of the witch-hunt. He loves to accuse his enemies of pursuing that activity to harass him. But in fact, “far from being the victim of witch hunts, he is the orchestrator of them.” Thursday he outdid himself in orchestrating the indictment of James Comey. To do that, he illegally pushes the Justice Department to destroy his enemies, that is, anybody who dares cross him. Continue reading “The Provenance of Witch-Hunting”
It’s been barely a month since I began my hiatus from the blog, and I feel like Rip Van Winkle. You know that story—Rip sleeps twenty years through the American Revolution and wakes to find everything changed. I took time off in hopes of getting a handle on the daily mutations enacted by our delusional President. Now my metaphorical twenty years have passed, and every day brings forth a new monstrosity. I may go back to sleep. Continue reading “Waking Up”