Friggatriskaidekaphobia

There's a word for everything, and as it turns out, more reason to hate/fear Friday the thirteenth than in most years.

Tweetledumb finally got his revenge on The Black Guy, who continues to kick his fat orange ass in every poll not conducted by the Klan.  By writing his name bigly, without consulting those haters at the other end of the street, he crippled both the Affordable Care Act and the treaty that kept Iran from continuing to develop nuclear weapons.  When they fire up the centrifuges again, I guess it will be up to the Israeli air force to stop them.  That should stabilize the region, you betcha.

We learned that Ryan Zinke, Secretary of the Interior and full-time loon, has had coins struck which he passes out as gifts; spends like a drunken sailor on travel for himself and wife Lola (really); and requires that his standard be raised whenever he enters the building, like Queen Elizabeth entering one of her palaces.  Wait till Trump finds out he has a flag, too. 

Addressing a convocation of the racist religious in Washington (hilariously billed as "Values Voters"),  Bannon the King-maker proclaimed, "This is not my war, this is our war, and y'all didn't start it, the Establishment started it!"  (He speaks fluent redneck.)  What war?  Well, speaking directly to Mitch McConnell he said, "They're just looking to find out who's going to be Brutus to your Julius Caesar."  That could be a metaphor, but if I were McConnell I'd find an excuse to avoid the Capitol until these clowns go home.  ("Rosalind had a nightmare," for example.)

Newsweek scooped the competition by interviewing ex-con ex-Speaker Dennis Hastert and asking him if the "Hastert rule" has made bipartisanship more difficult.  Next week they'll be asking Jerry Sandusky his thoughts on Take-a-knee.

The story of Harvey Weinstein, the incredible predatory producer, continues to take up space on the TV newses to the exclusion of so many others.  Already forgotten, for example, is Republican Congressman Tim Murphy telling his girlfriend to "murder her unborn child," if I may borrow the anti-choicers' own devious locution.  Question:  If Weinstein ran a tax preparation company and harassed CPAs instead of A-list actresses, would anybody care?

I can't remember the last time a White House chief of staff held a press conference to tell reporters he isn't quitting, isn't being fired, and the president isn't nearly as feeble-minded as everyone says.  Truly we live in interesting times.

When something lodges among the dusty recesses of the feeble presidential mind, there's no dislodging it.  The thirty-three thousand deleted emails, the amazing stealth bombers he got such a great deal on, the woman who was killed by an undocumented man which is why we need a wall, and now the solution to gun violence in Chicago:  a motorcycle officer he met there last summer who assured him that if the police were freed from the iron grip of Rahm Emanuel and the Bill of Rights, they could solve the problem "in two days."  If only Trump had asked his name, or could remember it.  I guess we'll have to call him Joe the Cop.

The entire Bay Area, including San Francisco, is under a red flag warning, with over twenty million people at risk.  No, not so much as a tweet, and tomorrow is football day.  First things first.