to win back the Senate:
remind the electorate that the GOP voted in completely unanimity to confirm Trump’s cabinet secretaries —
and inform the public what Scott Pruitt is doing to curtain human’s chances of survival.
(and what they need to do, too: remind the public what each cabinet secretary is doing to destroy American lives and American democracy.)
Use this photo of Trump and his retinue of evil clowns celebrating the desecration of a national monument so that more uranium mining can go on. Quote from Dahr Jamail’s accompanying article.
And inform Americans what uranium mining has done to the health of Americans who are in path of devastation.
Why do the Democrats never see around corners?
The GOP finally found the despot they’ve been waiting for.
As Josh Marshall writes at Talking Points Memo, ‘”One of the elemental features of the Trump Era is how readily Trump has been able to garner from most Republicans the kind of reflexive obsequiousness and fealty strong men and would-be strongmen demand.”
His record over the past year consists of a little sideline tut-tutting about Trump’s objectionable conduct, followed by full roll-call support for Trump’s unconscionable legislation.
His hoked-up yet dangerous accusations of treason against Strzok and Page are “deeply troubling,” Robert Litt writes.
“As general counsel for the Office of the Director of National Intelligence, I worked with Lisa Page. I have the highest respect for her legal abilities and her patriotism, and I consider her a friend. I had very little contact with Peter Strzok but individuals of both parties whose judgment I respect say that he is one of the best and most dedicated agents the FBI has. For the president to smear two people who have devoted their lives to protecting America inevitably brings to mind—yet again—Joseph Welch’s rebuke when Sen. Joseph McCarthy similarly attacked a young colleague of Welch’s: ‘Have you no sense of decency, sir, at long last? Have you left no sense of decency?'”
And so, no, Mr. President, we don’t need any MORE of that good old global warming, do we?
Medicaid is supposed to provide medical care to American poor.
It is is not supposed to be yet another way for the right wing to insert their moralistic, hypocritical snouts into the personal lives of American poor.
Josh Hoxie writes in Fortune: “Gandhi taught us that a country’s greatness is measured not by its richest, but by how it treats its most vulnerable members. By this measure, the U.S. is a certified shithole.”
Anders was sitting in a chair upstage. Lawrence was downstage. They were both in evening dress after a wee-hours jaunt going AWOL from a party that Lawrence’s marital disgruntlement had soured her on hosting.
Anders’ “I love you,” followed Lawrence admitting that she’d never walked out on a party before although she’d wanted to all her life. Lawrence accompanied this with a certain cadenza of body language proclaiming her elation, her delight in her own elegance . . “monkeying, monkeying, monkeying. . . all of her things that are so wonderful, her charming things,” Anders recalled to me in 1981, “entrancing the audience.” But there was some suspense in their minds, too, about exactly how deep this extra-martial attraction had taken hold.
It was a question for him of letting it go on long enough to keep that particular enchantment and suspense potent, and then interjecting a new and different note of enchantment with his confession.
At this particular performance, however, Anders waited a couple of seconds too long. . .and instead of a hush settling on the audience when he finally said “I love you,” the line simply seemed banal, meaningless: “Everyone thought it was silly.”
Lawrence stole a look at Anders upstage and on her face was written, “What the hell happened?”
No, I don’t mean the right wing this time.
I’m thinking back to Broadway, 1939, and Samuel Raphaelson’s Skylark on the stage of the John Golden theater. Gertrude Lawrence was starring opposite Donald Cook and Glenn Anders. Cook was her advertising-executive husband, Anders a maverick who unexpectedly wanders into her life and inspires her with new ideas.
“I love you,” Anders would announce to Lawrence, much to her character’s surprise as well as the audience’s–so much so that at most performances a hush came over the audience when he said it.
But one night his profession to her didn’t quite go as planned.