If there is indeed a blue wave in November, I hope Democrats don’t waste their mandate going after people. That would be a disservice to us all. There are way bigger fish to fry—righting the economic, cost-of-living ship, repairing relationships with allies, once again addressing climate and environmental concerns, shutting down the warehouse prisons and developing, somehow, workable immigration policy, among so much else.

Hearings and investigations and even another post-term impeachment trial would be unforgiveable wastes of time and effort. Someone has to put a stop to this endless cycle of tit-for-tat, retributive “justice.” Let it be the Democrats.

Well, except for Trump. He deserves to spend the rest of whatever time he has on this earth tied up in court until he expires, wondering the whole time if it’s all finally gonna catch up with him, and disturbed to his core about why he lived his life the way he did. He deserves no sympathy, no peace. And the same for the Heritage Foundation crew.

Not exactly Christ-like sentiments, but oh well…

Rahm Emanuel in 2028? That has a certain ring to it.

He’s pretty intense and comes across as a bit manic, but he’s smart, experienced, he actually loves America, and he’s brutally honest in a good way.

I suspect he’d be Republicans’ worst nightmare, and would probably have his share of detractors in his own party, but what’s new? Some might say he’s old guard, but he’s still young and fiery enough to make a difference. Again, in a good way.

I don’t know if it’s just a rumor, and I didn’t stay up long enough to watch Jen Psaki ask him about it, but I kinda hope it’s true. One could get the feeling that he would be way more than a “glad he isn’t Trump” placeholder.

Blatantly un-American. How can Republican members of Congress look around and not come to this conclusion?

Is it simply about riding the Trump train for as long as possible—no matter how detestable the man and the others who populate his inner circle? It regularly precipitates bewilderment and WTF moments of anger, because it makes so little sense.

We’ve all waited long enough for proof that there’s a method to the madness. There is no method, only madness. It’s whatever is self-serving and ego-boosting and somehow satisfying to Trump and the Heritage Foundation. The rest of us don’t matter.

All we get to do is raise our voices, register our disgust, but mostly watch as the country craters a bit every day. The depravity of hypocrites and liars has been left to run its course—slashing programs, firing knowledgeable people and replacing them with imbeciles and sycophants– often one in the same. And on purpose!

The intended decapitation is happening before our eyes, under the auspices of, among other things, fiscal belt-tightening and designer Christianity– a mindlessly skewed rendering of certain Old Testament passages in the Bible. For their purposes, the New Testament doesn’t exist. After all, who needs the specter of Jesus casting his watchful eye over the proceedings? Love doesn’t fit in the Project 2025 equation.

May the November elections go off without a hitch. It’s way past time to awaken and register our discontent, start the process of sending the whole misfit crew packing, in order that the salvage operation can begin.

The next name change, the next proposed monument, the next dumb thing out of his mouth—maybe we should be looking past these common occurrences to what’s really happening.

We know the MO, we’re aware that we’re dealing with a self-proclaimed deal maker par excellence who lies through his teeth and depends on misdirection to keep us off-balance and distracted.

We know a critical election is approaching and the Trump machinery is going to be whirring and humming and throwing every available wrench into the gears. So watch and listen for hints that the boom is in the process of being lowered—the USPS ruling on mail-in ballots, the prolonged war in Iran or some other event that might serve as some sort of excuse for postponing the elections altogether, a plan for placement of ICE agents or other goons at polling stations, and as yet unannounced road blocks that keep Democrats from voting.

These are the developments Trump and Miller and the rest want us to miss because we’re too busy chasing a squirrel up a tree and wasting our breath and broadcast time and newsprint on the next vanity project or air-headed sound bite from RFK, Jr. or Scott Bessent.

2700

Deal maker extraordinaire. Everything hinges on the deal.

I’m tired of that word. Anyone else tired of that word, and the one who uses it all the time?

What’s astonishing is that most of us have known people like Donald Trump—the bloviating loudmouth, the insecure and deprived braggart who missed out on parental guidance worth its salt, along with an important developmental step or two. The kind of person who elicits fear and trepidation when we envision a scenario in which he somehow rises to prominence and lets loose with all the pent-up frustration and mismanaged anger.

He has lied his way to the top. He has tapped into a disturbingly large vein of hatred and ignorance, given people permission to stay stuck and stewing in their small worlds. Worst of all, in his own ignorance he has preached someone else’s skewed vision for America, because he is incapable of coherence and developing one on his own.

Dear Donald, not everything can be reduced to the art of the deal. Besides, the art of the deal isn’t exactly art. And life as you envision it is actually more complicated than a series of transactions.

So, fuck off.

We just had an invite to go to church, and I had little desire to do that.

I resent how guilty this makes me feel, but the reality of it is that we hadn’t eaten breakfast yet, it would have been a rush to get ready, and it would have been difficult to concentrate on the service because the kids are young and not that interested and a bit of a distraction.

And the pastor is an older hellfire and brimstone guy who lays down the law and rambles on. I grew tired of that style and that message a long time ago: much scripture quoted, but not much depth, really. The kind of sermon that comes across as power trip, feels more like an assault than an attempt at preaching law and gospel and giving us something to chew on.

The excuses come easy when I guess I’m not convinced anymore that there is anything worth chewing on.