Did you see Gillette’s trans shaving ad? So great! So great!
Did you see Kushner — disgusting. Axios? Australian interviewer. Three times saying about birtherism, “I didn’t have anything to do with that.” Wouldn’t say it was racist.
London? The baby in diapers blimp! McCain hat projected on building.
The Brits know how to protest! Feed him to the corgis.
He fell asleep during Queen’s remarks.
This long twitter thread on dementia. Quite advanced. Slurring, body twitches, wide-legged walk.Can progress rapidly. Only question is: what KIND of dementia?
Would we know the difference?
I called my rep: ‘take a stand on impeachment.’
What IS his stand on impeachment?
He says everything’s on the table. Like Pelosi.
Back and forth.
Argument against impeachment
what might happen in 2020.
Arguments for impeachment
political speculation has been wrong;
his base is already fired up (and what about the Dem base, BTW);
polls based on static view are bound to change after weeks of televised hearings (look what 9 minutes of Mueller did) (or is this Pollyanna-ish — after all he’s already an unindicted co-conspirator);
failure by the Senate to convict will be taken as a triumph, yes, but so will the failure to impeach. At least a trial in the Senate would put every Senator who votes with trump on the record.
It’s about the long game. If democracy collapses, it won’t matter that impeachment failed and if democracy survives, the record will damn trump-enablers eventually.
And then this:
“If you think the president has committed high crimes and misdemeanors and you move toward impeachment, that’s constitutional. If you think he’s committed impeachable offenses and you don’t hold impeachment hearings, THAT’s political.”
Why did Pelosi say, “Do you want me to send Elijah Cummings home?” WOULD the other investigations have to end?
What makes us think a ‘turbo-charged impeachment subpoena’ will fare better than a regular one, especially since the White House is now defying COURT ORDERS (Flynn disclosure ruling). Holy Christ!
He’ll start a war. That’s his fallback.
“If you think impeachment is political, then so is upholding the 14th Amendment.”
Ending on a high note? Today’s New York Times OpEd by David Brooks (gag), yeah, but his views are evolving. “The Coming GOP Apocalypse.”
“The generation gap is even more powerful when it comes to Republicans. To put it bluntly, young adults hate them.”
“The difference is ideological. According to Pew, 57 percent of millennials call themselves consistently liberal or mostly liberal. Only 12 percent call themselves consistently conservative or mostly conservative. This is the most important statistic in American politics right now.”
Well, this would’ve been more evident by now if it weren’t for gerrymandering.
Was still awake when K’s alarm went off at five. Ugh. From studying maps of LA and Oroville (to track the progress of the fires), to dispiriting ongoing voter suppression news (it is just the GOP norm now), to the firing of Sessions, I found myself spacing out about appointments and social engagements this week and wondering what overwhelm morphs into. Not despair, I hope.
(Not despair, I hope?)
And what of Mueller? Was he strategic enough to withstand this level of obstruction? Will we be denied? Reading the first linked article below constituted a highlight this week because it credibly outlines why Mueller is likely poised to finish his investigation.
And who thinks our depraved President only went to Paris to meet with Putin? The international shame of him provides a whole other order of gloom.
So I went to a protest. The “red line” one. Not the one in Boston because I was tired. Too much trouble for democracy? Well, maybe. The Needham gathering, though small, offered a shared sense of outrage and worry and could be reached by car without hassle. Get well cards to Ruth Bader Ginsburg were circulated.
Tuesday I worked the polls. Our very civilized polls. It was busy — I gather from old timers, busier than normal.
A pleasant (for a change) visit to Salem came at the end of the week — very little traffic and a cleaner apartment than usual helped (PCA Maria #1 is back, to our shared relief). Doing the Times puzzle together was good, too (the sharing of it. Not this week’s puzzle!)
The North Shore visit came a week after one to K’s father in the nursing home where he is safe and well cared for and nevertheless restless and lonely.
Raking leaves provides ballast. Sanity. Tidying a closet, I can handle. Deciding which project to finish, not so much.
Here’s what I am looking forward to (and then I want to hear what YOU are looking forward to):
News that Grace and family are safe and their property untouched by fire;
The kids coming home for Christmas;
The first snowfall;
The indictments of Trump’s family and Sean Hannity;
The lentil soup I’m gonna make tonight;
Reading the next four hours and 28 minutes (gotta love kindle!) of “A Gentleman in Moscow,” which I am really enjoying.
Reading three articles about the use of dialogue in fiction;
A time when politics does not enter the dialogue here.
P.S. because of the overwhelm, I didn’t finish the draft post entitled “Savor a Little” in which I intended to lay out the impressive Democratic wins from the midterms — all there is to celebrate and feel terrific about. So, I’ll just leave you with this Washington Post article.
So, that I lose things is well known. Recently, it was a blue plastic dog grooming glove. PFFFT – just vanished.
I’d bought it at the behest of Infiltration Advertisement and I loved it! The ads were true! It pulled off fur super effectively while offering the dog a calming petting session. Since Finn is shedding the equivalent of an entire vacuum canister of fur per floor per day, I was thrilled.
I’d last used the glove outside. It was a pleasure to watch the fur float in clumps toward the street, knowing it wouldn’t be gathering along the base of the bookcases or at the bottom of the stairs.
That was before the weekend. I spent Saturday and Sunday looking for it. Had I dropped the glove in the garage, perhaps? Had it joined a coterie of gardening gloves near the back door – a place it likes to socialize now and then? No. And no. It wasn’t in the mudroom or near the side door, either, where other dog things are.
I kept looking out at the front lawn. Hadn’t I, in fact, left it outside?
On our Wednesday walk, to my utter astonishment, I found the very distinctive glove on the road around the block and down the street a little.
It was baffling.
When I found another pair of gloves a few yards away, I thought, “maybe not so weird?” but really — still weird. And then a dead squirrel caught my attention.
Still enfurred, but with skeleton exposed — was it a victim of a car accident or an attack?
Finn and I continued on. Coming back up Daniel Street, Finn was eager and curious about the telephone pole in front of The Ocher House. It didn’t seem that unusual — after all, dogs spend a good portion of every walk taking a rigorous smell inventory.
But then I found out otherwise. Pausing to talk the occupant of The Ocher House, a man I’ve never before spoken to in spite of being neighbors for over 25 years, I offered, “Too bad about the pine.” This was in reference to the recent loss of a majestic 40′ spruce after the house next door changed hands.
He was philosophical, “Yeah we were bummed, but then realized it could’ve been worse. Developers could’ve bought the place, torn it down, and built a McMansion.” Such things are not unusual around here. I then shared how my disappointment about the loss of two neighboring mature oaks had turned into gratitude now that we’d been able to plant a beautiful pine in that corner.
And then, it got interesting.
“I noticed your dog sniffing around the telephone pole,” he began. “Coyotes killed our cat there a couple of nights ago.” Turns out, he’s been tracking their movements for years. Recommended I not walk without a large stick, “or at the very least, an umbrella.”
“Ive seen them too,” I said, but then noted how they don’t come in our yard because of a four foot fence. “Not that they couldn’t jump it. They just don’t.”
Tiring of the coyotes tracking through his backyard, my neighbor had a four foot fence installed along the rear lot line. He described how this actually may’ve contributed to his cat’s demise, because it foreclosed some of her hiding spots.
You could spend a lifetime worrying about unintended consequences. My most recent and morbid version — imagining flying C from California to help his brother in Colorado move next month, only to have both of them die in a car accident. (DAMN YOU JOHN IRVING! See, ‘A Widow for One Year’).
Please don’t worry about me. But these next two morbid thoughts will bring us closer to connecting coyotes, dead squirrels, and Helsinki.
One, I sometimes worry in an abstract and almost self-pitying kind of way that I might not live long enough to meet my grandchildren. Two, I also sometimes worry in an eager and tense sort of way that I might not live long enough to see the full results of the Mueller investigation.
Because I am on the edge of my seat. Trust me!
Here’s what I concluded after my neighbor’s testimony: coyotes strolled through my front yard, smelled Finn on the shedding glove, mouthed it for a while, and carried it around the corner. At the prospect of killing a squirrel or nosing an already dead one, they dropped it in disinterest. Then, they perhaps dashed away at the sight of a cat down the block.
Just knowing what happened at that telephone pole in front of the Ocher House allowed me to construct a plausible narrative for an otherwise inexplicable finding (the glove on the road).
Barring obscene violence or successful anti-democratic acts (i.e. impeaching Rod Rosenstein), Robert Mueller will produce more indictments. There WILL be a report. Manafort’s two trials will take place. Flynn will be sentenced. Maria Butina’s going NOWHERE. Cohen has more tapes. We WILL hear them. Carter Page’s role, the Deustch Bank money, the Alfa Bank communications with Trump Tower, Kushner’s debt and pressure on Qatar, the involvement of the Saudis, Erik Prince and George Nadler, the money laundering Russian oligarchs — it will all come to light. The pee tapes are the least of it. A side show. But someday we’re gonna know a lot of what Mueller knows.
We know corrupt and craven acts took place. We know trump owes no allegiance to any one but himself. But someday we will better understand the whole destructive mess on a coherent time line. How the glove got around the corner and deposited in the middle of the road, in other words.
Mitch McConnell will go down in infamy. Paul Ryan will skunk away, never to reappear. Giuliani will shut up (well, maybe not). There will be such a run on orange poly-cotton blends!
Even though so MUCH is going down the tubes — civil liberties, environmental protections, the soy bean industry, consumer protections, necessary bank regulations, freedom of the press, the possibility of a non-partisan Supreme Court, allegiance to fact, voting rights, American diplomacy, alliances built after WWII and sustained for decades, national parks — I really, really do believe that at some point we will know what happened. Who, what, when and where.
When I learned about coyotes killing a neighbor’s cat, the strange misplacement of our blue glove suddenly made sense. Similarly, our special prosecutor and other attorneys are going to help us construct a narrative.