Monday, January 27, 2020
Sunday, January 26, 2020
Friday, January 24, 2020
Tuesday, January 21, 2020
But it’s brilliant.
The Democrats have hired seven of the country’s best prosecuting attorneys and they are putting the republican controlled Senate on trial.
So far the only defense offered has been a “Full Kavanaugh”.
In any normal court the prosecution would be presiding over a slam dunk.
The opening remarks, and subsequent republican inanities, by the republicans in the Senate Farce seemed to be a toned down version of a “Full Kavanaugh”.
They didn’t shriek al a Bret; they just yelled loudly; there were a lot of lies and several “what abouts”, favorite among them being “what about Obamas”; it was puerile in the utmost degree.
Where it wasn’t puerile, it was just plain silly.
The only thing missing was “I love beer”.
Maybe later they will truck that old favorite out.
If I were a member of the deplorables, and this were the best that my team could do I would be embarrassed.
If I had a brain.
We are currently in the first recess of the “Senate Impeachment Farce”.
Ol’ Mitch has already had to buckle: the 24 hours will span 3 days, not two; I think he has also added bathroom breaks; I guess the porcelain pans at each seat were thought to be demeaning of the institution.
The recess has also allowed for some pundit commentary, chief of which has centered on the four republicans who are thought to be open to voting for witnesses and a real trial.
The commentators have pointed out that the decision to vote that way is a difficult one because if they vote that way donnie will yell and scream at them.
If I had a job the substance of which was to conduct myself in such a manner that I would never be attacked by a big, fat resident bully, I would quit.
I couldn’t live like that.
Sunday, January 19, 2020
Saturday, January 18, 2020
So says ol’ Mitch.
So much for the oath he took.
Just the other day.
When ol’ John Roberts pretended to preside over the senate trial of donnie the dildo.
But otherwise, ol’ Mitch also won’t call witnesses, especially Lev Parnas, because ol’ Mitch says that ol’ Lev is some sort of criminal.
The sort of criminal ol’ Lev might ultimately be found guilty of having been is the sort that makes illegal campaign contributions to donnie the dildo.
Somehow that is –to me – a kind of weird double negative inverted legal gymnastic; a gymnastic not dissimilar in oddity to that of screwing oneself; a gymnastic being indulged in by ol’ Mitch who has already said that he is not impartial.
And he’s a man of his word.
And a man of slme.
And of Russian money.
I guess that’s just another word for slime.
So ol’ Mitch won’t call a witness who, if allowed to testify under oath, might well bring down the sad little faux presidency of donnie the dildo.
But that really doesn’t matter: ol’ Mitch says he won’t call any witnesses because he already knows the verdict.
Because he’s not impartial.
In fact, it would be better to just declare the whole thing null and void with no verdict at all.
That’s the epitome of being not impartial.
Sounds like a script for a movie: “The Dance of donnie and the Dildos”.
Maybe a Harvey Weinstein production?
The only thing missing from this sad little drama is the butcher paper package with the big dead fish inside.
That fish, historians would argue for centuries,were it to actually appear, was either symbolic of the Republic, the oath taken by ol’ Mitch or the sad little faux presidency of donnie the dildo.
Probably after a few decades they would settle on all of the above.
In any event it’s a sad kettle of fish.
Friday, January 17, 2020
I hadn't had that level of depression since I had returned to Saigon after an R & R years earlier.
But this depression was deeper: the future of my country was ruined.
Hatred, bigotry, racism underpinned by lies, voter suppression and Russian meddling had elected the president of the United States of America.
That sadness has prevailed ever since.
It has a message:
Wednesday, January 15, 2020
Tuesday, January 14, 2020
Saturday, January 11, 2020
To make this post make sense one would need to read from the bottom to the top.
That is because it is an email exchange between me and my son.
We both read The Economist and often banter back and forth about what The Economist has to say each week.
He also reads my blog.
I haven’t read this week’s yet – still working on the double issue; it would be useful to lay my blog post side by side with this excerpt from The Economist; I have sent the link to that blog post 4 times to KUOW’s local news guy; the third time I asked him to at least acknowledge receipt; he never has; he had, a few weeks ago, on his Friday Week in Review show the assistant editor of The Stranger; that assistant editor was careening off into Noel McKeehan blog land about Boeing until the local news guy, also host of the weekly Friday Week in Review, just shut him down; I sent the link for my blog post to that assistant editor; silence has been deafening; the host of the local news show’s wife is an executive at Boeing.
In case you want to read the post again, here is the URL.
I am going to cut/paste this exchange and make it a blog post.
From: joe mac
Sent: 11 January, 2020 18:54
In case you haven't read this week's issue...
Such men brought with them ge values. Taking a cue from Mr Welch, in 2001 Boeing moved its headquarters from Seattle to Chicago, putting distance between the suits in the c-suite and the engineers. As Mr Stonecipher put it in 2004: “When people say I changed the culture of Boeing, that was the intent, so it’s run like a business rather than a great engineering firm.” Shareholders loved it. Over the 15 years since, Richard Abaloufia of the Teal Group, an aviation consultancy, says $78bn was returned to shareholders, doing wonders for Boeing’s share price. But in the process, engineers’ input into decision-making was relegated, which may have contributed to the 737 max’s tragic design flaws. “The seeds of the max disaster were planted years ago,” he wrote recently.