The land of the free and the home of the brave under Donald Trump has become a fearsome place for outsiders. When the first tear gas canister was fired towards refugees at the San Ysidro, CA, border crossing, the administration lost whatever remaining moral authority it had. The action could be construed unfavorably under the U.N.’s Universal Declaration of Human Rights, ratified seventy years ago, in 1948, and the photos of barefoot children in diapers running from tear gas will accompany Trump’s history, forever.
Federalist Society members, led by George Conway III, husband of presidential counselor Kellyanne Conway, have condemned Donald Trump’s, purported, assault on the rule of law. It’s a reversal more stunning, even, than the midterm rejection of GOP candidates. Trump, now, finds himself surrounded by predators, the House, the special counsel, wary world leaders, women, youth and, add to the list, conservative intellectuals.
“You must leave now, take what you need, you think will last, but whatever you wish to keep you better grab it fast.”The lyric from Bob Dylan’s “It’s All Over Now Baby Blue,” aptly describes Donald Trump’s position now that the House has flipped blue. The president is in trouble, and his friends know it. They’ve even created a new disease, Presidential Harassment Syndrome, to describe the psychosomatic contagion Republicans are fearing after Tuesday.
It's beyond the capacity of most people to be shocked by violence anymore. I once lived in a neighborhood where my grandfather built a house in 1915. Though the neighborhood was still charming, the area became violent in the 1990's, and you could hear gunfire most nights. In the day, it'd been a showbiz place with studio workers, and where Mary Pickford maintained a cottage with eight smallish bedrooms for intimate, private parties. The entire upstairs of that house, a Craftsman like ours, was composed of a ballroom with a lovely dance floor. We lived there for a period of time and, eventually, the shots blended into the neighborhood's ambience so that, instead of shock, it got to be a guessing game about how far away the noise was, and how many retorts were coming, followed by sirens and the noise of choppers, though not always. Sometimes, no one came, probably more often than not.
The killing of president John F. Kennedy, and later his brother Robert F. Kennedy, changed America forever. “What if” is the question that’ll never be answered with clarity. The bomber who sent devices to not less than two dozen critics of the present administration, if successful, would’ve plunged the country into an even greater traumatic despair than the Kennedy killings provoked. The attempted violence of the past few days was an attack on each and every American, one that commends temperance by all, especially at the top.
They’re b-a-c-k, the Russians that is, messing around with the midterms, practicing for the big show in 2020. Social media is the target, again, of course, and to prove it’s doing something meaningful Facebook has set aside a broom closet with fewer people than it takes to run a shift at Starbucks to catch the trolls. That’ll work, and if you can’t trust Facebook who can you trust? Turns out, shock of shocks, it’s Vladimir Putin.
The profound polarizing of America, encouraged by the cult of Donald Trump, is the sign of a nation afraid of the shadow of responsible self-governance. Evidence is found in the phenomenon that sees every outrageous comment Trump makes, especially at boisterous rallies, met with enthusiastic applause. It’s why the country is bitterly divided between red and blue, where the twain shall never meet. It’s why civility has disappeared from our discourse, and honest differences have been replaced by thoughtless hate and distrust. This didn’t start with Democrats; it started with Trump.
Prep the Emmy campaign now! There’s no way around it, Donald Trump gives good T.V., providing a clue as to his next paid gig when his freebie presidency schtick is over. Colbert is going to be in real trouble. Consider Thursday’s planned-spontaneous press conference with Kanye West in the Oval Office as the pilot. It was better than Boffo!
There’s a bevy of fun, entertaining, guests who can be on the new show. Mitch McConnell is gifted at stand-up. Book Paul Ryan for the puppet show. Even Susan Collins can do a “Dear Susan,” segment and answer questions from audience members suffering from nervous afflictions while Lindsey leads the band.
The biggest whodunit in Washington returns to the Mueller probe after a respite consisting of recriminations over Supreme Court nominee, Brett M. Kavanaugh. Senators Susan Collins, Jeff Flake, and Joe Manchin will be remembered, in particular, for their roles in placing Kavanaugh on a court that’s predicted to cost lives by rolling back environmental protection, workplace safety, and reproductive health.
Demery’s is the bar where SCOTUS nominee Brett Kavanaugh got into a fight in 1985. The fracas required police intervention and a member of his party was arrested. The altercation started when Kavanaugh tossed a drink at another patron after a verbal engagement. In close proximity to Yale, the bar no longer exists but was widely known as a wild joint known for its Friday night brawls and underage drinking.