Green now, sure, but the gold is just around the corner.
Don’t let the green leaves fool you. It’s September out there. Sixty degrees at 8 a.m. in Albuquerque, and Old Man Gloom goes up in smoke at 9 p.m. tonight in Fanta Se.
Speaking of burns, approximately nobody, save the Volk wearing their MAGA hats a couple-three sizes too small, was surprised by Jeffrey Goldberg’s piece in The Atlantic describing Adolf Twitler’s thoughts on the “losers” and “suckers” who died for their country instead of blackjacking it in some dark alley and going through its pockets.
Charlie Pierce has some thoughts of his own regarding the Good Soldiers who continued to work for the craven sonofabitch, knowing full well that this is how he sees them and theirs.
They took an oath to defend the Constitution, not to hold their tongues until they could get a book deal as a reckless vandal takes the Republic down, brick by brick. Of all the people whom history will account as being complicit in the attempted demolition of constitutional government, I rank them ahead even of the invertebrate Republicans in the United States Senate.
Sixty days until we get a chance to start rebuilding the Republic. It seems like an eternity.
Tags: Adolf Twitler, Charles P. Pierce, Jeffrey Goldberg, The Atlantic
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September 4, 2020 at 1:16 pm |
Maybe its just a little too much sun on my scalp after riding the Rail Trail out to Lamy and back, but in case others are confused, the “good soldiers” Charlie Pierce is excoriating are the likes of “…Kelly, H.R. McMaster, James Mattis—have been Good Soldiers rather than patriots….” in assisting this administration of horrors. Not the folks out in uniform who swore their allegiance to the flag, not the orange fuehrer.
September 4, 2020 at 2:04 pm |
It’s easy to be an anonymous source. And, what they say is tainted by that fact. But, I don’t doubt a word of it. It’s in his character, and he has made such statements in the past.
“If the shit fits, wear it.”
September 4, 2020 at 2:06 pm |
Aye
September 4, 2020 at 2:22 pm |
September 4, 2020 at 4:55 pm |
Yeh, the trouble with citing anonymous sources — even if you have a bunch of ’em — is that it lets Adolf deploy his old “fake news” defense.
Doesn’t really matter, to either side. It all comes down to Election Day. Week. Year. Whatevs.
September 4, 2020 at 11:14 pm |
I just know that someone, somewhere, has a private recording of one or more of those un-Presidential comments and is just sitting on it.
September 5, 2020 at 8:11 am |
The temptation to wear a wire 24/7 must be overwhelming. But Fat Donny Littlefingers probably has the SS pat everybody down when they clock in.
September 4, 2020 at 4:11 pm |
Today’s ride.
http://labikes.blogspot.com/2020/09/end-of-line.html
September 4, 2020 at 4:57 pm |
Well done, sir. Puts me in mind of the ride north from Chez Dog in Bibleburg through the Air Force Academy to the Greenland Open Space. After a mile of quiet North Side streets you’re on the bike path and that, as they say, is that. If you’re lucky you’ll get to see some Blue Zoomies jumping out of perfectly flyable aircraft.
It’s a fun ride south, too, barring the homeless encampments. Are they still there? The best bit is south of Circle, down to Fountain.
September 4, 2020 at 10:12 pm |
The homeless folks pretty much camp out between the railyard and St. Michaels. Close enough to city services.
September 4, 2020 at 10:21 pm |
Great movie, by the way.
September 5, 2020 at 7:46 am |
A classic. The one fictionalized in “The Godfather,” intended to revive Johnny Fontane’s sagging career against the wishes of the head of the studio.
“I’ll make him a offer he can’t refuse.”
September 5, 2020 at 7:26 am |
I haven’t been to B-burg in a few moons, but there used to be a substantial homeless camp just past I-25 and Nevada, along the creek. There was a defunct KOA-style park nearby and a whole lot of weedy, overgrown open space through which the Pikes Peak Greenway bike path cut, with a light industrial area to the north. Good place to stealth camp. Social services weren’t too far away. “Ironweed” come to life.
If I recall correctly some sympathetic property owner permitted camping until things ballooned out of control, as they will. Even junkyards have their standards, it seems.