Arkansas legislature proposes new flag

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Sucking the sugar-coating off the midazolam-vecruonium bromide-potassium chloride pill

Alito: “We’ve put this thing off long enough.
          Man’s gotta go down.”

Roberts: “Agreed.”

Thomas: “Fry him.”

Kennedy: “It’s not frying, but . . . whatever.”

Gorsuch: “That’s what I’m here for.”

[Handshakes all ‘round.]

Effin' Mitch McConnell

Seventy-one days and I haven’t stopped puking – 18 pounds I've lost. But I’m down to morning,  noon, and night. I can write three paragraphs, if I pick the right time of day.

current approval rating - 19%

They’ll tell me I misheard. I hope so.

     I was listening to “Political Gabfest” this morning – David Plotz, Emily Bazelon, and Jamelle Bouie (sitting in for John Dickerson) – and the panelists were praising – at least, they were not damning – Mitch McConnell. The great political strategist. But he isn’t a strategist at all. He’s an obstructionist, without politics. His only goal is not political, it’s to get his own way whatever the reasons or no reasons: eff anyone that may disagree, eff protocol, eff the institution of the Senate, eff what is right, eff the United States of America.  So,

     never give him any credit, even indirectly, for any thing. Eff him and the horse he rode in on, and the voters of Kentucky, who apparently care no more about what is right and proper or in the national interest than he does. Finally, eff the myth of Mitch McConnell, the political strategist. Look at the hard, crass, crooked, unprincipled man.

The most disappointed man in congress

Hoity-toity like The New Yorker, we're calling this a drawing. It is not a cartoon. And it is definitely not political. Mel tells me he is just being sympathetic.

No imagination, no third way!

 Late last night. Tomorrow we vote, those of us that haven’t. (Forty-nine percent of eligible North Carolina voters has, an astounding percentage.) And I remain undecided. Selfishly!

     I was going to vote for Mrs. Clinton. I said as much here. But then it seemed my vote my matter; now it doesn’t: as far as I can tell, she has an insurmountable lead in Virginia. And I am thinking I will want to say before too long that, “Well I didn’t vote for her.” So, for whom? Not – definitely not Mr. Trump; but who? We shall see.

Two roads diverged in a yellow mire . . . .

Election Day, early. I wake up wondering, "What if the vote is closer than I think?" I can always say, I suppose, “I knew that was a mistake [voting for Mrs. Clinton] but . . . .” But what?

     I am always and forever criticizing politicians for choosing the lesser of two evils instead of imagining another way forward. Now, I can’t.

Let’s face it, however: We don’t encourage imagination in our politicians. We don’t say to young men and women, “You have a wonderful imagination – you should go into politics.” We look instead for young “leaders” – kids (elementary school kids, adolescents, college-aged) that like to push other kids around, convince them: “This is the right way to do this; it’s the only way really.” Instead of imagination we value ideology – lack of imagination! – and love of influence. And we expect from these “public servants”? It’s completely illogical, to expect the self-serving to be truly interest in serving others.

     In the meantime, today’s choice – if you can’t imagine a third way, dear Tom: between incompetence and division.