September, 2017 archive
Twits on Twitter 0
Ben Cohen suggests that the Trumpler might have a tactic to his twittery. A snippet:
I agree that we shouldn’t allow the Trumpled twittery to take attention from legislation, but I’m skeptical that there is any system to it. I find his twitness to be less a tactic than a perhaps certain instinctive ferile cunning fueled by ADD (Attention Desperation Disorder).
Follow the link for the complete article.
Trump, the Movie 0
I can’t embed it, so just go watch it.
The Empty “Wars” of Empty Souls 0
At The Bangor Daily News, Lance Dotson skewers the duplicity of our endless metaphorical domestic “wars” on this, that, and the other thing. A snippet:
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This is why it is so disheartening to see the malice toward the underclasses that feeds so much of our political discourse in Maine in the age of Gov. Paul LePage.
LePage, and his welfare protege Mary Mayhew, have adopted the foolish and cruel position that poverty and crime can be eliminated by tightening the clenched fist.
Follow the link for the rest.
Still Rising Again after All These Years 0
Leonard Pitts, Jr., marvels at the kerfuffle over Jemele Hill’s tweets pointing out–nothing new here–that Donald Trump is a white supremacist. A snippet:
Really? Well, if Hill deserves firing for calling Trump a white supremacist, then what does he get for actually being one?
Follow the link for his answer to that question.
Presumed Guilty 0
Shorter Will Bunch: “If you doubt force of racism in the U. S., meet me in St. Louis.”
Irma Coverage, the Edited-for-Accuracy Version 0
Warning: language.
“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
Give politeness priority to promote proper parenting.
The Morning New Tribune reported the boy’s mother took the child to a Tacoma hospital for the injuries July 6th. She told police that she’d heard a bang from a gun while she was in the shower and when she got out, the child had been injured and was screaming.
Empty Space–Filled 0
We went to the SPCA on Friday and adopted two six-month-old cats, brother (on the left) and sister. They are as rambunctious as one could wish and busily engaged in taking over the house. Their favorite spot is the top of the cat tower that I built several years ago from scrap lumber and left-over carpet pieces.
They do not replace JoCat; they succeed her.
All the News that Fits 0
Afterthought:
I’m a Southern Boy. I grew up under Jim Crow, I attended segregated schools, and I have my share of baggage.
I’ve known lots of racists and even more white folks who grew up with racism and did not realize that they had been trained to it from birth.
It’s the rare racist who will admit to being racist.
Which leads to the question: Who is more vile, the person who is proudly and avowedly racist or the person who is silently racist and unaware of or willfully blind to his or her racism?
Trumple Card Monte 0
Celia Rivenbank tries to follow the action, but the changes come too fast. A snippet:
“I love the Dreamers.” Or do I? Hint: He doesn’t.
“I’m going to make Mexico pay us back for the wall.” Or will I? Hint: Nahhh.
“I will release my tax returns if elected. Also, lock her up.” Or will I? Hint: Nope.
Trump’s bombastic promises often have an odd “Stay tuned if you want to see how this turns out” tone to them as if we’re watching “The Voice” and only he knows if the 17-year-old banjo-playing single mom from Texas can beat the crowd favorite crooning cross-dresser from New York.