Political Theatre category archive
Unable to Look Away . . . . 0
At Psychology Today Blogs, Steven Schlozman likens what’s happening in Washington to the plot of a horror movie, with one teeny-tiny difference:
What’s happening in Washington is real, though.
Follow the link for his reasoning.
Empty Gestures 0
Seth points out that retreating from the fray does not change the fray.
Dick Polman provides a contrast.
Real Big Men 0
Alfred Doblin muses on the state of “manhood” (whatever that is) and concludes that it has been Trumpled.
A snippet:
Cavalcade of Crazy 0
Aside:
I particularly like Olbermann’s coinage, “self-servatives.”
Tilting at Windbags 0
Oh, my.
Y’know, I think he’s onto something here. The Republican Party may indeed be subject to a RICO action, but not for the reasons this fellow thinks. After all, they nominated a Godfa–oh, never mind.
Details at the link.
By the Numbers . . . 0
Thom asks, “Is this the America you wanted?”
If One Standard Is Good, Two Must Be Better 0
Leonard Pitts, Jr., notes the disparate treatment. A snippet:
The black guy fails to wear a lapel pin and endures months of questions about whether he belongs. The white guy canoodles with Russia, insults the intelligence community, undermines the judiciary and makes a Gold Star widow cry, dismissing her husband’s sacrifice as, apparently, just one of those things.
Do please follow the link.
No There There 0
Via Job’s Anger.
Afterthought:
Donald Trump has succeeded in one thing: He has exposed the dirty underbelly of the Benighted States of America.
Junta Hijinks 0
Dick Polman explains. A snippet:
More at the link.
Phony Patriots 0
Warning: Language.
The Spice Is Right 0
One thing I cannot understand is the “pumpkin spice” fad. Go to your local grocery store and browse the spice rack–I defy you to find “pumpkin spice” with a McCormacks label and, on the off chance that you do, you will find that it has a list of ingredients that have nothing whatsoever to do with large orange gourds.
Indeed, I have long held that anyone who has eaten a well-prepared sweet potato pie will not waste time on pumpkins again.
Frank Bruni tries to understand “pumpkin spice” and finds a metaphor. A snippet:
It’s invention run amok, marketing gone mad, the odoriferous emblem of commercialism without compunction or bounds. It’s the transformation of an illusion — there isn’t any spice called pumpkin, nor any pumpkin this spicy — into a reality.
Oh, hell, let’s just go there: It’s Donald Trump. I don’t mean the color of his hair, though pumpkin spice is as good a description of it as any. I mean that pumpkin spice became special by shamelessly insisting that it was and ruthlessly creeping into every corner of the culture that was docile, dippy or lazy enough to accommodate it.
Heard ‘Round the World . . . 0
.. . . and Noz is listening.