Political Theatre category archive
The Irony Hand of the Law 0
At Above the Law, Joe Patrice looks at Donald Trump’s reaction to the Supreme Supremacist Court’s overturning his tariffs and notes the irony in Trump ‘s biting the hand that freed him.
Here’s a tiny excerpt from his piece:
Follow the link for Patrice’s take on what this means. Methinks his interpretation if more en point than that of most of the press.
Better Ways To Spend My Time 0
I plan not to watch the snake of the union speech.
I’ve got better things to do than waste an hour (or more) watching a boa confabricator attempt to ensnare its prey when I can read about it in ten minutes.
The Blame Gamer 0
In a letter to the editor of the Las Vegas Sun, Darryl Cornelius calls out the strategy:
He (Trump–ed.) never takes responsibility for anything; shifting blame is his modus operandi.
Follow the link for his reasoning.
All the News that Fits 0
Thom argues that the concentration of news outlets in very few hands ensures that we get only the news that fits.
Artificial? Yes. Intelligent? Not So Much. 0
Input for the intolerant? Follow the paper trail.
Devolution 0
Michael in Norfolk mourns the political party to which he once belonged and for which he once even chaired a local committee. A snippet:
Follow the link to find out just which party he once championed.
Precedented 0
In a letter to the editor of my local rag, David Campbell compiles an impressive list of almost a dozen presidential precedents for the actions of the head of the Trump maladministration.
Here’s one presidential precedent; follow the link for the rest.
Republican Thought Police 0
Michael in Norfolk points out that now they’re coming for your “social” media posts.
The “Candy-Coated Carapace” 0
Driftglass looks under the hood(s) of today’s Republican Party. A snippet:
Ah, but the thin, outer shell of the party would be a candy-coated carapace of respectable front men and women who would not embarrass themselves on “Meet the Press”, would know which wine paired with what at Beltway cocktail parties, and wouldn’t run screaming into the night for fear choosing the wrong Italian meat for their sammich.