Why must the show go on?

 As a devotee of "alternative" comedy with fond memories of Brother Theodore and Andy Kaufman, I was hoping for an encore performance of "Rudolph:  Subsequent Pressconference."  I didn't think anything could surpass "Four Seasons Total Landscaping" until I saw "RNC Meltdown," so anticipation was high.  Imagine my disappointment at reading that the act is already breaking up.  Days after her virtuoso performance of "A Conspiracy So Immense," Sidney Powell is going out on her own.  Maybe it was her alarming statement, "Georgia's probably going to be the first state I'm gonna blow up" -- with her "tons of evidence," she added, but folks in the Peach state are still jumpy at the memory of General Sherman.  And so as Team Trump demands yet another Georgia re-count -- this time no ballot will count unless a poll-watcher says "Simon says" -- it will have to get along without her analytical skills linking Dominion Voting Systems, the Clinton Foundation, Venezuela, Cuba, China, Iran, Serbia and George Soros, the Professor Moriarty of every anti-Semite's fever dreams.  (Could she not have added Habitat for Humanity in honor of Jimmy Carter?  He's still alive, you know, unlike Hugo Chavez.)  Apparently Powell crossed some kind of line when she implied that Governor Brian Kemp was in on the plot to steal Georgia for Biden, for which I would love to have heard her "evidence."  I guess I'll have to subscribe to her newsletter, #KrakenOnSteroids.  Really.

A great performance artist but not much of a lawyer, Giuliani got thoroughly reamed by US District Court Judge Matthew Brann, who's a Republican but was appointed by Barack Obama and so is probably part of the conspiracy.  He described their suit as "a Frankenstein's monster...haphazardly stitched together from two distinct theories in an attempt to avoid controlling precedent," which is lawyer talk for "Get the farkle out of my court."  Which means the plaintiff can appeal, totally what Rudolph wanted, eleven-dimension chess.  Mark space on your calendar, SCOTUS, the circus is coming to DC with Victoria Toensing and Joe DiGenova, the Burns and Allen of litigation; and the delightful Jenna Ellis.  Sidney will return to arranging the long-anticipated pardon of her other famous client, Michael "Mickey" Flynn. 

The Trump courtiers are fond of movie references that are just a little...off.  Before he was arrested drunk and shirtless in front of his house, Florida Man/campaign manager Brad Parscale was tweeting about the Death Star "firing on all cylinders," an arresting suggestion of internal combustion.  Sidney Powell, as noted above, keeps promising to "release the kraken," apparently a reference to the completely-uncalled-for remake of Clash of the Titans.  (I never watch self-parodic movies unless they have Laurence Olivier and Maggie Smith.)  Wait till they see the monolith discovered in a remote part of Utah.  

If you haven't heard about the arrest of George Soros for "election interference,"  it might be because of the "publication ban" preventing US media from reporting it.  Or it might be because they're both bullshit.  Excellent effort, though, I almost want to see that photoshopped indictment.  In other bullshit news, Bob Dylan has not died in Mexico as reported on the Australian Today show.

It can't happen here?  Nicolas Sarkozy went on trial today in Paris on all sorts of charges, the most colorful of which is taking kickbacks from Muammar Gaddafi on an arms deal.  He's actually the second French president to be indicted -- there was a fake-jobs scandal involving Jacques Chirac but he was too ill to come to court.  This should hearten those who want Letitia James, Cyrus Vance, Jr., and others to move on Trump as soon as his ass leaves federal property.  Judge Lewis Kaplan ruled last month that he'll have to defend himself in E. Jean Carroll's defamation suit.  Let's proceed from there.  

Good read:  Germania Rodriguez Poleo was intrigued by all the shouting about Venezuela, so she dug into Giuliani's relations with various skeevy clients there.

And now, your moment of Strauss: