Shanda
When I read that a Molotov cocktail was thrown at a synagogue in Bloomfield, I hoped it was the one in Connecticut. No, it had to be Temple Ner Tamid in Bloomfield, New Jersey, the town I grew up in. That was long ago.
Friday was International Holocaust Remembrance Day and that wasn't the worst thing that happened. Rep. "George Santos" decided his first speech to the House should be a condemnation of antisemitism. It sounded especially hollow to actual Jews who don't appreciate this guy lying about his grandparents supposedly fleeing Ukraine one step ahead of the Nazis. (He could have made it Ireland and the Black and Tans or Armenians escaping Ottoman forces. Do some research.) Rep. Daniel Goldman (D-NY) called it "appalling and offensive." "Santos" has withdrawn from both committees the Squeaker assigned him until his problems with federal and state investigators and the fact-based world generally have been resolved. He still gets paid, so he won't have to set up any more fake GoFundMe's and pocket the cash. And he'll have more time for speeches about his great-uncle being lynched or his cousin hiding out with the Frank and Van Dam families. His spokesperson is called Naysa Woomer, which is as plausible as anything else.
Here's the unsuccessful synagogue bomber. I wonder if he's a graduate of Dissident Homeschool.
First Bloomfield, then Stormy Daniels. Am I having flashbacks? Is this where I came in? No, it was back in 2016 when Trump decided to pay the actor/producer $130,000 to not talk about their one-night stand (she estimated ninety seconds, if I'm remembering right) lest it dismay his fundagelical supporters. It's 2023, I checked, and Manhattan DA Alvin Bragg suddenly got the urge to convene a grand jury and investigate possible law-breaking, a line of inquiry he had previously abandoned. Trump's taking it as seriously as he's capable, calling Bragg "radical" and Daniels "horse faced," though he stopped short of sneering that she's "not my type." It looks like the irresistibly named David Pecker, then editor of the National Inquirer, has already testified. $130,000 divided by 90 seconds works out to about $1,445 a second. Trump got a bargain.
Another blast from 2016 is the arrest of former FBI agent Charles McGonigal, who was snuggling up with Paul Manafort and Oleg Deripaska that year while using the New York field office to ratfuck Hillary Clinton's campaign. Remember all her classified emails? Yeah, turns out not so classified after all, despite what James Comey hinted -- loudly -- in the closing days of the campaign. Should the New York Times admit it was the chief facilitator of the ratfuck? media critics want to know. As do I.
Gym Jordan demanded to see what the Justice Department has on Joe Biden's classified documents investigation and they told him to piss up a rope. The DoJ is slow but when they put their foot down it leaves a mark.
Tropical Trump-on-the-run Jair Bolsonaro has applied for a six-month visa to continue evading prosecution in Florida. When the inevitable coup happens I expect Putin to join hm.
The Republiclowns can't prevent women from serving in state legislatures yet, but they can tighten the screws by imposing dress codes. Missouri already required "dresses or skirts or slacks worn with a blazer or sweater and appropriate dress shoes or boots" but an amendment proposed shamefully by Ann Kelly says no more sweaters, not "professional" enough, and certainly no exposed arms. Florida, usually in the vanguard of vileness, has now responded by banning "low-cut blouses or dresses, sleeveless tops, and dresses and skirts more than one inch above the knee." Apart from head coverings, this sounds like the required attire for an audience with the pope or interview with the Grand Ayatollah of Iran.
Poor Kari Lake has found her Max Von Mayerling. "You're the frickin' governor of Arizona," Steve Bannon assured her on his podcast Picnic with Pigpen. "You just won an incredibly tough race because you stood for policies that MAGA stood for." Madame is the greatest governor of them all.