ON MATTERS OF DUBIOUS INTEREST
What follows is a meditation on getting old attributed to Clint Eastwood but in fact seems to be written by its poster, Ed Davidson. The piece has gotten a ton of downloads because it’s so true.
Of course there’s a good deal more to getting old, as this 92-year-old can testify. For me, the physical decline dominates though your brain does weird, squiggly, surprising things too. I’ll talk about that later. Continue reading “Aging is not gentle.”
On Friday I started down the callejon (alleyway) where I live to go to the bakery three blocks away. It’s about a hundred yards to the street, then another hundred or so to the corner, then two blocks to the bakery. I only got a little way to the corner and had to turn back home. My legs were too weak to continue. Another notch in the progress of aging. Continue reading “What Happened Was. . .”
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”
One of the more forgettable characters of the first Trump term was Dr. Ronny Jackson. This goombah served under three presidents―Bush the younger, Obama and Trump. He was kicked upstairs to serve as Secretary of Veterans Affairs after numerous allegations of drunkenness, misconduct, and an hour-long kiss-ass press conference praising Trump to the skies. He lasted in the new job about a month.
Of all the early Trumpian characters Jackson was one of the most flagrantly unqualified. Therefore I thought he’d be a perfect subject for a bogus interview. I put it in the “Monologues, Dialogues” section of my forthcoming book, Trumpworld Begins. Continue reading “Dr. Ronny Jackson Interview”