Well. Seems the Israelis went and stole some of the pomp and circumstance from Der Trumpenführer’s little parade.
Saturday’s expensive, theatrical pud-pulling in DeeCee will soon be forgotten, even by fanboys, late-show wiseguys, and meme-makers. But people will be talking about what Israel just did to Iran for the better part of quite some time.
Discussing the differences between preemptive strikes and preventative war in The Atlantic, Tom Nichols likened the Israeli decapitation of the Iranian military’s chain of command to Michael Corleone’s settling of the family business near the end of “The Godfather.”
But Trump is straight out of Jimmy Breslin’s “The Gang That Couldn’t Shoot Straight.” A guy who, like Kid Sally Palumbo, couldn’t even promote a bicycle race worth a damn.
Remember the Tour de Trump? Yeah, neither does anyone else. That little Tour de France thing he promised to topple is still ticking along nicely, though.
He kept his big bazoo shut for hours after the Israeli strikes on Iran — yeah, I know, Fatso keeping it buttoned sounds like fake news to me, too — and when he finally got medicated enough to fart out a few syllables they were all about “deals,” as if the existential Israeli-Iranian saber dance on the razor’s edge of Armageddon were just another real-estate pitch.
You want a bomb shelter with that casino? There will be a small additional charge.
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And we all know how The Godfather, Part III, ended. Anyone for popcorn and a viewing of The Mouse that Roared?
Fuckin’ ’ell, mate. I dunno about you, but this is not how I’d hoped to spend my Golden Years.
I liked Tom Nichols piece in the Atlantic.
Any nation starting a war or fucking with others by developing a nuke should realize there is often an unanticipated price to pay for the effort. Sometimes it is pretty high.
Meanwhile, in the NYT: “Why Trump Loves a Man in Uniform.”
No, I won’t link to it. I don’t wanna see that story or the parade.
You and me both. Got an invite to the “No Kings” event at the city park from old cycling friends. I will not be going. I have had enough. I think stupid should hurt, and the folks that voted for this clown haven’t had enough yet. One year at Buttons means I have paid my dues.
I hear ye, Paddy me boyo. I’ve gone out into the streets from time to time since the Sixties and can’t say that my presence there has dethroned many kings. But old habits die hard.
I think it’s worthwhile, will inform wanna be punks that their schtick ain’t working, and sends a strong message to the apathetic. But, after 9 years of the division and hate, I need to sit this one out. Chapeau mi amigo for doing it again!
Holy land my ass. Ain’t religion grand?
Blending the State and Religion is always such a good idea. Bottle it, insert rag, light match, and look around for some Other to toss it at.
Putting religion and nation together is always a good reason to start a war.