I’ve always restrained myself from dancing on someone’s grave. Given this is Ash Wednesday and I have to give up something for Lent, maybe that restraint is a good thing to jettison.
When someone says they love L*******, I always replied, “I don’t really know much about him. What’s your favorite policy proposal of his?”
Then I’d go make coffee … like, from scratch. Plant the seeds, grow the bushes, harvest the beans, dry, roast, grind.
After all that, they’re usually still standing there with drool pooling up on the floor. So I’d give them a second chance. “Cuz, he had a show for like 40 years, right? So what would you call The L******* Doctrine?”
Convo usually ends there.
Reagan and L******* brought in the cult of personality in the GQP. Dear Leader as Savior. Incapable of doing wrong. Worshipped instead of merely respected. And now they are truly fucked.
Graham put it all out there yesterday. Without Trump, they have no political future. What an unguarded admission that they have no principles.
Not sure comparing Reagan to Trump is entirely fair to Ronny Ray-guns. Trump, as far as lying, cheating, grifting, inciting, trying to overturn an election, and just generally fucking things up, is in a class by himself. Reagan was an actual ideological conservative. Trump didn’t have an ideology. It was all narcissism. I could never see Trump having a serious conference with Mikhail Gorbachev.
In true Teddy Kennedy fashion, I nearly drove my car into Long Island Sound in 1984 when Ronny was re-elected. A bunch of us from Earth and Space Sciences had spent the evening getting drunk, throwing dirty socks at the TV, and cursing as the states were called in that landslide. Of course then I drove home. So its not like I was a fan of his.
And like Teddy Kennedy, I was not driving a Volkswagen Beetle. Just a Rabbit.
No comparison person to person. Nothing alike as individuals. The similarity is/was, their fans worshipped them. They could do no wrong. Before they’d sworn in, people were putting them on Rushmore mock-ups. I thought part of the deal with America 1.0 was the rejection of kings. But Lordy if the GQP faithful don’t line up to kiss the ring, no matter whose hand it is on.
Symbolic of a classic dumpster move. He’s always leaving a steaming pile of shit for someone else to clean up. At least this time it’s Carl Icahn, another parasite.
Yes, as the Trump Plaza rains down, so does the shit flung high into the air out of that pompous radio blatherer. Perhaps it was all staged and the blatherer was placed in the basement of the plaza pre-detonation. But then I suppose that wouldn’t be practical. The workers that would come in to clean up the building debris would unearth a decaying stench so foul that they’d need to evacuate the city for at least an election cycle. No, I believe a burial at sea (Lake Worth Lagoon) just offshore of Mar-a-Lago is more appropriate. Then the buffoon-was-chief could enjoy the effervescense of the decaying radio host whilst inculcating his next 3 foot putt.
Mad Blog Media 
I’ve always restrained myself from dancing on someone’s grave. Given this is Ash Wednesday and I have to give up something for Lent, maybe that restraint is a good thing to jettison.
Limbaugh was an ass. This shit was real.
When someone says they love L*******, I always replied, “I don’t really know much about him. What’s your favorite policy proposal of his?”
Then I’d go make coffee … like, from scratch. Plant the seeds, grow the bushes, harvest the beans, dry, roast, grind.
After all that, they’re usually still standing there with drool pooling up on the floor. So I’d give them a second chance. “Cuz, he had a show for like 40 years, right? So what would you call The L******* Doctrine?”
Convo usually ends there.
Reagan and L******* brought in the cult of personality in the GQP. Dear Leader as Savior. Incapable of doing wrong. Worshipped instead of merely respected. And now they are truly fucked.
Graham put it all out there yesterday. Without Trump, they have no political future. What an unguarded admission that they have no principles.
Not sure comparing Reagan to Trump is entirely fair to Ronny Ray-guns. Trump, as far as lying, cheating, grifting, inciting, trying to overturn an election, and just generally fucking things up, is in a class by himself. Reagan was an actual ideological conservative. Trump didn’t have an ideology. It was all narcissism. I could never see Trump having a serious conference with Mikhail Gorbachev.
In true Teddy Kennedy fashion, I nearly drove my car into Long Island Sound in 1984 when Ronny was re-elected. A bunch of us from Earth and Space Sciences had spent the evening getting drunk, throwing dirty socks at the TV, and cursing as the states were called in that landslide. Of course then I drove home. So its not like I was a fan of his.
And like Teddy Kennedy, I was not driving a Volkswagen Beetle. Just a Rabbit.
No comparison person to person. Nothing alike as individuals. The similarity is/was, their fans worshipped them. They could do no wrong. Before they’d sworn in, people were putting them on Rushmore mock-ups. I thought part of the deal with America 1.0 was the rejection of kings. But Lordy if the GQP faithful don’t line up to kiss the ring, no matter whose hand it is on.
Seems oh, so symbolic. Trump Tower imploded.
Symbolic of a classic dumpster move. He’s always leaving a steaming pile of shit for someone else to clean up. At least this time it’s Carl Icahn, another parasite.
Yes, as the Trump Plaza rains down, so does the shit flung high into the air out of that pompous radio blatherer. Perhaps it was all staged and the blatherer was placed in the basement of the plaza pre-detonation. But then I suppose that wouldn’t be practical. The workers that would come in to clean up the building debris would unearth a decaying stench so foul that they’d need to evacuate the city for at least an election cycle. No, I believe a burial at sea (Lake Worth Lagoon) just offshore of Mar-a-Lago is more appropriate. Then the buffoon-was-chief could enjoy the effervescense of the decaying radio host whilst inculcating his next 3 foot putt.
Courtesy of Robert Chung, Bette Davis: “You should never say bad things about the dead, only good… Joan Crawford is dead. Good.”
Fell out of my chair…
Did you ever read H.L. Mencken’s obit for William Jennings Bryan? Good God almighty, what a thumping. He beat that man like a dusty rug.
I have now, thanks. Striking how many it applies to today.
There’s one Mencken per generation, tops.
Nice obit. Patrick, you should start work now on your obit for the Orange One. I bet you could match it.
Another parasite bites the dust.
Referring to the GOP Senators, Bret Stephens asks “…”Where,” he asked, “is Ted Sorensen when you need him to ghostwrite ‘Profiles of Invertebrates’?”
A vast improvement to the Atlantic City skyline.