Oye como va

I was just about to write something pithy and insightful about the state of the world, but Google proclaimed this Tito Puente Day and I got sidetracked.  What follows will be somewhat incoherent, but at least you can dance to it.

Last month Joe Biden forgot that Rep. Jackie Walorski had died several weeks earlier.  This was widely proclaimed to be evidence of hopeless dementia.  On Sunday Trump wanted to know why George H.W. Bush was not being prosecuted for stuffing government documents into fortune cookies or something -- even when the dentures don't wobble he's impossible to follow -- and nobody suggested that the self-proclaimed Stable Jenius was at all deteriorated.  (Bush has been dead for four years.)  It's almost as if the corporate media are afraid of death threats or something.

This just in:  Annunziata d'Alessandro Pelosi is not a Catholic.  Not even a Christian.  Baby Tuckoo says so.  Like Trump he appears to have had a psychotic break of some description, but as far as I can tell his "reasoning" goes like this:  She supported vaccine mandates during the pandemic.  The covid vaccine reduces fertility, according to no facts.  She wanted to keep women from having babies therefore she is no Catholic.  Poor Carlson's obsession with fertility was bad enough when he was checking his trousers every few minutes and promoting testicle tanning as the solution to low sperm counts.  Now he is also an expert on ovaries.  To the Speaker of the House, as to all women, his message is "Be quiet!"  Working five hours a week has left him (let's say) spent.  A long stay at a rest home is indicated.

"America cannot be saved through legislation.  Christ, not Congress, will be what saves this country."  Thus Madison Cawthorn in his evident farewell address to an empty House chamber.  He then exited, spitting tobacco juice.  Why the Washington Post thought this was newsworthy is a good question.  Although I did enjoy the illustration that accompanied their op-ed about a successful coup in 2024:

Arcimboldo meets Spitting Image:

Svante Paabo of Sweden has won the Nobel Prize in physiology for his work on Neanderthal genomes.  Way ahead of you, Dr. Paabo:

 

If Angela Lansbury had never played any role but Eleanor Shaw Iselin in The Manchurian Candidate she would be celebrated as one of the greatest.  Fortunately she did much more than that before her death today at 96.  For those of us who saw her in Sweeney Todd there can be no other Mrs. Lovett.  

Tulsi Gabbard has left the Democratic Party because she can no longer stand their anti-white racism and nuclear warmongering.  Shocking, isn't it?  Gabbard was a Democrat!

"All you do is kiss my ass to get my support," Trump said to J.D. Vance, by way of supporting him as he strives to become Ohio's next senator.  (Why do they even invite Agolf Twitler to their events?  Or does he just show up?)  In last night's debate Tim Ryan couldn't pass up that helping of caviar:  "Ohio needs an ass-kicker, not an ass-kisser."  Instant bumper sticker.

Even as she signed the declaration that there were no more stolen documents in Trump's sock drawer, Christina Bobb was wondering if coming aboard as his 803rd lawyer was a good career move.  Now, like all the others, she has hired counsel of her own and stopped by for a chat with the Justice Department.  (Also, she's not getting paid.  But she knew that.  We all knew that.)

Pathetically desperate to seem important, Trump is still yelling that he alone can fix it -- "it" being the war in Ukraine.  "The power of nuclear.  They have no idea what they're doing," the idiot who wanted to deploy nuclear weapons against a hurricane told puzzled Arizonans.  You know, the fool who thought he could make a gift of the West Bank to the king of Jordan.  The asshole who wanted to swap Puerto Rico for Greenland.  The foreign policy maven who thinks there's a "shithole country" called Nambia.  Now he wants to be Dag Hammarskjold.  Go back to your lair, retrieve the relevant docs and masturbate over Emmanuel Macron's sex life, you scabrous ogre.  

That feels better.  More Tito Puente?