Loose ends

The Savior must have been

A docile Gentleman -- 

To come so far so cold a Day

For little Fellowmen -- 

The Road to Bethlehem

Since He and I were Boys

Was leveled, but for that would be

A rugged Billion Miles --

I have no idea what it means but this is the birthday of Emily Dickinson and I wanted to lend the place a little class.  

Almost equally baffling is the news that Trevor Noah is suing an orthopedic surgeon and the hospital where he underwent an operation he's unhappy about, not to mention "sick, sore, lame and disabled."  We're just supposed to guess what body part is not working properly, so why even report on the suit?  Is it true that there's no such thing as bad publicity?  

Here's a new name to learn:  Trevian Kutti, a publicist for Ye (you may still know him as Kanye West), traveled from Chicago to Georgia to harass temporary poll worker Ruby Freeman about "confessing" to election fraud when the state unexpectedly went for Joe Biden last year.  Ms. Freeman and her daughter Wandrea Moss have been getting death threats ever since their names were made public, but probably nothing as sinister as Kutti's:  "You are a loose end for a party that needs to tidy up," he told her.  "....it will disrupt your freedom, and the freedom of one or more of your family members."  They play rough in Chicago.  Loose end?

The newly rebuilt Fox News Sacred Christian Christmas Tree was dedicated with the pomp you might expect, including acres of American flags and a sermon by Rev. Jacques DeGraff.  "I'm here because these colors do not run," he proclaimed, a reference to the red, white and blue decor of the new contraption.  Wait, it gets better.  "Eighty years ago this week they tried to extinguish the darkness in a place called Pearl Harbor.  We didn't fold then and we won't fold now."  It's as puzzling as Dickinson but not as funny as Blutarski. 

Another week, another loss in court for The Forty-fifth President.  The DC Circuit Court of Appeals ruled unanimously that he cannot claim double-secret executive privilege forever to keep the January 6 commission from getting the emails and other evidence of his coup attempt.  Of course, it's not over until the partisan hacks of SCOTUS get a chance, but someone in Florida is acting as if he can see and hear walls closing in.  To make matters worse, Letitia James ended her campaign for governor of New York citing "a number of important cases and investigations" she needs to work on, like making Trump  testify next month in the criminal probe of the Trump Organization.  Of course, 45 is responding with the dignity we cherish in ex-presidents.  First he accused Boris Johnson of becoming a Red because he "cancelled Christmas" last year and expressed mild support for certain environmental issues.  Then he assailed Benjamin Netanyahu ("Fuck him") for congratulating Joe Biden prior to January 20.  Israel would practically not exist without Trump and this is the thanks he gets.  Then he sent former flunky Peter Navarro to Newsmax to explain that Ukraine is "not really a country" in much the same way Hitler described Poland and Czechoslovakia.  David Ignatius calls this encouraging a Russian invasion, but since when does a puppeteer need encouragement from his doll?  I'm only surprised he hasn't jumped into the French presidential election yet.

Loose ends may account for the noise you can hear when Ron Johnson from Wisconsin shakes his head vigorously.  The Senate's stupidest inmate by quite a lot was at a town hall talking up the ability of mouthwash to combat covid.  This caused both Crest and Listerine to post warnings that, although fine products, their gargle is not an antiviral nor was it designed to be.  Even the Republican governor of New Hampshire Chris Sununu chimed in:  "When crazy comes knocking at the door, slam it shut."  RINO.

Long before the Reverend DeGraff joined the Malaprop Club there was Mayor Richard J. Daley of Chicago:  "The policeman is not there to create disorder.  The policeman is there to preserve disorder," he said prior to the riot his policemen caused during the 1968 convention.  I thought of him when Baby Tuckoo Carlson told Steve Krakauer, "I'm from Washington.  I hate disorder."  He explained that his son Buckley -- Buckley? -- was in the Capitol on coup day because he works for Rep. Jim Banks.  (Banks is the class act who whined about being Twitter-banned after referring to Gen. Rachel Levine as a man.)  Naturally Tuckoo was worried -- if the Trumpanzees brought a gallows for Mike Pence, how safe was Buckley?  Not worried enough to denounce the rioters, of course -- what could you expect when eighty-one million people stole the election from Trump and neither Pence nor McConnell would stop them?  Tuckoo's my nominee for Dad of the Year.

Someone else who wouldn't stop them was Brian Kemp, the so-called governor of Georgia.  That's why David Perdue says he would not have certified the election until the legislature was able to "protect and fix what was wrong," i.e., Black votes.  And he's primarying Kemp because of some lunatic notion that Kemp "turned our elections over to Stacey Abrams," his good friend from 2016.  Perdue got his ass kicked by Jon Ossoff, who had never held electoral office before, and "perdue" still means loser.  But by all means, jump right in, Dave.  Ask Sticky Fingers Loeffler if she'd like to run against Brad Raffensperger.  

Congratulations to Magnus Carlsen, who beat Ian Nepomniachtchi for chess champion of the world.  And thanks from bloggers everywhere who will not have to type Ian's name.

 

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