2020 archive
One Can Hope . . . . 0

I find myself bemused when persons refer to Trump’s “accomplishments.” He neither is accomplished nor has he accomplished anything in any way, unless incoherent blather counts as an “accomplishment.”
Image via Job’s Anger.
The New Secesh 0
Methinks The Roanoke Times editorial board has a point. They suggest that “social” media is not connecting persons, it’s separating them. Here’s snippet:
This process of self-isolation is hardly new. Bill Bishop and Robert Cushing wrote a book about this back in 2008. “The Big Sort: Why the Clustering of Like-Minded America is Tearing Us Apart” looked at how people have been self-segregating themselves by ideology in a way we haven’t seen before.
Follow the link for the entire article.
Bat Signals 0
Will Bunch looks back at the Republican convention coronation. An excerpt (emphasis added):
Only 26 hours after the disgraced former Party of Lincoln hit rock bottom by inviting racial vigilantes into your living room came the heartbreaking yet utterly predictable response: American carnage. Two people lay dead in the streets of strife-torn Kenosha, Wis. The 17-year-old — his life, too, forever broken by the lies of a movement he’d embraced — was finally arrested. But only after calmly walking right past police officers who apparently were there not to prevent disorder but to preserve it.
Do please read the rest.
Twits on Twitter 0
Aside:
I’m hardly alone in noticing that one of the side-effects of Trumpery has been granting tacit permission to racists to abandon the dog whistles for, you will pardon the expression, Trumpets.
“An Armed Society Is a Polite Society” 0
Methinks that, in the following excerpt, “handling” is a polite way of saying “fondling lascivously.”
I’ll stop there.
And, reputably, yet another gun that went off on its ownsome (something, by the way, that guns don’t do).
Afterthought:
I have two daughters.
Disgust wells up within me.
There are not enough books to throw at this clown.
Driven to Distraction 0
You can’t make this stuff up (and you wouldn’t want to if you could).









