Poor butterflies
Paul Ryan is delivering his Farewell to the Troops. I'm watching Mary Astor on TCM. Old Speakers never die, they just become lobbyists/get into the dope business/go to prison. Sorry, no, just got something in my eye...(sniff)
What am I supposed to do with all these bump stocks? Do the gun dealers sell a kit for converting them into eight-track tape players? I think I still have a few somewhere.
What is it with the right and fictional characters? They cough up blood when someone suggests that Santa Claus or James Bond might not necessarily be white. Their obsession with children's-show characters is beyond creepy: Are Bert and Ernie a couple? Could one (or more) of the TeleTubbies be gay? Now it's gingerbread cookies. One place in Scotland designated them gingerbread people rather than men, and Tucker Carlson lost his shit. Shouldn't he be out looking for advertisers to replace the ones who baled on his latest xenophobic rant? The Pillsbury Doughboy is very white and clearly a boy -- give them a call, Tuck.
Good news! The troops are coming home from Syria because ISIS has been defeated. I guess the guy who shot up the Christmas market in Strasbourg last week forgot to check his messages first.
Metaphor of the week: The regime is destroying a butterfly refuge to make room for the big, beautiful wall at the Mexican border which will never be built.
Oops! The Treasury Department forgot to tell the State Department it's lifting the Congressionally-imposed sanctions on companies owned by Oleg Deripaska (you know he's a lowlife because he has ties to Vladimir Putin and Paul Manafort). This and the Iraq pullout make quite a nice Christmas present for Putin, who apparently thinks he should get all he can before Trump is expelled from office and the kompromat is as worthless as a Tsarist kopek. He can read the signs, too: White House Chief of Staff is now a part-time job for the budget director, Mick Mulvaney, and the communications director Bill Shine has a monthly lease on his Washington apartment. And Melania's Christmas "decorations" came from the estate of horror director Wes Craven.
Weird. This sudden Republican interest in reforming the federal prison system. Just weird, that's all.
Finally, you should treat yourself to The Kominsky Method on what I think of as the Netflix network. Michael Douglas (who looks more and more like his father as he ages) plays a famous acting coach, but Alan Arkin is giving a master class in acting here. If he doesn't win an Emmy, then the Emmys are over. This is so far above everything Chuck Lorre has done for network TV that I have to credit his writing partners Alan J. Higgins and David Javerbaum. Emmys all around and put it on my tab.
What am I supposed to do with all these bump stocks? Do the gun dealers sell a kit for converting them into eight-track tape players? I think I still have a few somewhere.
What is it with the right and fictional characters? They cough up blood when someone suggests that Santa Claus or James Bond might not necessarily be white. Their obsession with children's-show characters is beyond creepy: Are Bert and Ernie a couple? Could one (or more) of the TeleTubbies be gay? Now it's gingerbread cookies. One place in Scotland designated them gingerbread people rather than men, and Tucker Carlson lost his shit. Shouldn't he be out looking for advertisers to replace the ones who baled on his latest xenophobic rant? The Pillsbury Doughboy is very white and clearly a boy -- give them a call, Tuck.
Good news! The troops are coming home from Syria because ISIS has been defeated. I guess the guy who shot up the Christmas market in Strasbourg last week forgot to check his messages first.
Metaphor of the week: The regime is destroying a butterfly refuge to make room for the big, beautiful wall at the Mexican border which will never be built.
Oops! The Treasury Department forgot to tell the State Department it's lifting the Congressionally-imposed sanctions on companies owned by Oleg Deripaska (you know he's a lowlife because he has ties to Vladimir Putin and Paul Manafort). This and the Iraq pullout make quite a nice Christmas present for Putin, who apparently thinks he should get all he can before Trump is expelled from office and the kompromat is as worthless as a Tsarist kopek. He can read the signs, too: White House Chief of Staff is now a part-time job for the budget director, Mick Mulvaney, and the communications director Bill Shine has a monthly lease on his Washington apartment. And Melania's Christmas "decorations" came from the estate of horror director Wes Craven.
Weird. This sudden Republican interest in reforming the federal prison system. Just weird, that's all.
Finally, you should treat yourself to The Kominsky Method on what I think of as the Netflix network. Michael Douglas (who looks more and more like his father as he ages) plays a famous acting coach, but Alan Arkin is giving a master class in acting here. If he doesn't win an Emmy, then the Emmys are over. This is so far above everything Chuck Lorre has done for network TV that I have to credit his writing partners Alan J. Higgins and David Javerbaum. Emmys all around and put it on my tab.
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