One hundred decibels

As I write, a large and dangerous wildfire is burning in Los Angeles county, one of several in the state where the October Holocaust is becoming an annual tradition.  And as always, the threat to the homes of celebrities has been singled out to help trivial-minded Americans focus on the disaster.  (LeBron James?  Arnold Schwarzenegger?  How many other houses do you suppose they own between them?)  So it was no surprise that Trump Booed at Baseball Game is getting more attention than all his crimes and misdemeanors -- the Schadenfreude is delightful but the lack of civility is making Joe Scarborough cry.

All this is covered here by Charles Pierce better than I ever could.  Those abstract and brief chronicles the late-night comedians surpassed themselves -- luckily, Colbert wasn't on one of his frequent vacations.  I haven't seen any rage-tweets yet, but Trump has probably convinced himself the ruckus was aimed at his courtiers Lindsey Graham and Matt Gaetz, or at the First Escort, or that everybody in the ballpark was paid by George Soros.  Probably a televised Cabinet meeting will be called, so the other grifters can take turns telling him they'd rather sit at his table than at the Last Supper.  Maybe a Mississippi Hatenanny will soothe the hurt.  Or a commando raid on whoever took over from al-Baghdadi.   We will have to hope that the haste and lack of planning don't cause any SEAL casualties, but so what?  They knew what they were signing up for.