Finish 'em, Joe!

When we were young and did something unmannerly or careless or annoying, like leave the refrigerator door open or the porch light on, or strew dirty clothes across the floor, my grandmother would demand, "Were you born in a barn?"  ("No, but Jesus was," my impudent sister once retorted, and I laughed for five minutes.)  Of course she was questioning our right to be a part of civilized society since we had the social skills of domesticated animals.  Maybe not entirely domesticated.

It was a question that was hard to escape during last night's WWF SOTU.  For some time Republicans have patterned themselves after Storm Troopers breaking up a showing of All Quiet On the Western Front in 1930 Berlin, but the restraints of civility are completely gone.  The Constitution requires the Chief Executive "from time to time" to report to Congress on the condition of the country, not necessarily in person.  It says nothing about heckling, shouting, wearing weird costumes or otherwise displaying one's true colors.  It's not Question Time in the House of Commons.

 

To no one's surprise, this was their ringleader and I'm sure she even put on that coat to trigger the animal rights activists.  Why leave anyone unenraged?  It must have been hot for a woman already struggling with "the change," especially if the rumors are true about Dr. Ronny slipping her extra estrogen.  This is why John ignored Abigail when she implored him to "remember the ladies."

Of course Margie wasn't the only rioter, only the shrillest.  Dark Brandon was not only unfazed, he handled these drunken prom dates like a smiling Don Rickles.  It was the most -- there's no other word -- beautiful performance in my recollection, and I go back to LBJ 1965, before the Vietnam War began to unravel him.  Too old?  You wish.  At one point he got them to agree, before millions of witnesses, that Social Security tampering is off the table.  Life begins at eighty, you assholes.  Meanwhile Kevin McCarthy showed why he's the Squeaker, ineffectually shushing the obstreperous children.  I love that word, obstreperous.  With the Senate in Democratic hands and the veto in Joe's hands, all these brats have is bad behavior.  I have already proposed for Biden the title "Happy Warrior."  Somewhere Al Smith, the first working class Irish Catholic to run for president, is smiling.

And in rebuttal:

  Don't look in the eyes.  Back away.

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 There was all kind of crazy today.  In Laval, Quebec, a man drove a city bus into a day care center, then removed all his clothes and began screaming.  Two children died. 

Mitt Romney chastised "George Santos" for swanning about the House instead of sitting humbly in the back row, what with his ethics issues.  Hard to spot the high moral ground there.

It's against the law to sell your organs (though not your blood) but a proposed law in Massachusetts would allow prisoners to trade body parts for early release.  Lots of questions here, despite the thousands who die waiting for kidneys or bone marrow every year.  There are bound to be comparisons with China, where they just take your parts after execution.

There is a proposal to amend California's constitution to allow incarcerated felons to vote.  They won't be asked to give up any organs.

Two hundred thirty-six shotguns were discovered in a dumpster outside Raymond "Tony" Mussatto's gun emporium in Midwest City, Oklahoma after a search by the ATF.  It looks like Christmas sales were lower than expected.

Ron DeSantis used to teach in a school in Rome, Georgia (hey, that's Margie's district!), and Trump is circulating an old story about him "socializing" with too-young students.  There's a photo.  Shove a cork in that bottle and let the scorpion fight begin.

Despite her importance in her own mind, Kyrsten Sinema couldn't wangle a ticket to the Grammys.  So rather than let this dress go to waste...

The face of the man in the striped tie says it all.