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was actually conveying to Jen Psaki today Gov. Kemp’s claims about the new voting restrictions in Georgia as if they were matters of fact.

I guess Lara needs something to while away the time before she’s arrested for treasonous incitement in the Trump family’s attempted coup.

And where else to go but Fox “News” where treasonous incitement is coin of the realm?

Cousin Andrea and her family hosted the second Seder-by-Zoom Saturday night, and we all hope it be the last time we must Zoom Passover.

She demonstrated her awareness of what deliverance means by including text from the Earth Justice Hagaddah.

“The climate crisis asks us to feel a sense of personal connection and
responsibility with generations in the future. What if we used the seder not
only to feel as if we personally were present in the Exodus from Egypt, but
also to experience ourselves in the world our grandchildren will live in, in the
climate we are damaging now?”

Her melting looks as Trump evacuated treasonous garbage on her show demonstrate the secret to Fox “News” hosts’ “success”:

they simply do not care how ludicrous or grotesque their on-air behavior is.

In a shocking move, one of the darkest days in Yale’s history, the University has fired Dr. Bandy Lee, the intrepid psychiatrist whose heroic efforts to expose what a menace Donald Trump is to our country ran afoul of the sclerotic, arbitrary American Psychiatric Association’s “Goldwater Rule.”

Dr. Lee was a professor of psychiatry in the Yale Medical School.

David Cay Johnston at DC Report/Raw Story weighs in on the attempted silencing of one of Yale’s most admirable defenders of the public interest.

And this comes AFTER Trump has caused the death of hundreds of thousands of Americans.

Yale’s rejection of social responsibility and participation is a caricature of how an educational institution should function. There could be no clearer indication of the right-wing Establishment tilt of Yale’s governance than this blatant act of political pandering.

I was thinking, what WAS that character’s name in S.J. Perelman’s The Beauty Part?
My parents saw Bert Lahr play multiple roles in it in 1962, and loved it so much they bought the published script when it came out. Lahr cut across gender lines; among his incarnations in Perelman’s contemporary-culture satire was “Hyacinth Beddoes Laffoon,” doyenne of a pulp fiction rag periodical.

I was reminded of this last week when I caught the show-stopping hilarity of Sen. Paul’s performance in the Senate, once again falling on his face as he tried–with the ridiculous pursed lips expressions so typical of the right wing–once again to get Dr. Fauci, trying to pretend in front of a medical specialist that he has any medical ethics, knowledge of epidemiology or public health concern whatsoever.

Halfway through his inquisition, the baggy-pants clown from Kentucky realized that despite the howls of laughter nationwide that greeted his televised performance, he wasn’t getting anywhere with Dr. Fauci. We then saw a debate go on in his head about what line of questions or attack he could still muster.

Answer: None.

Paul Bucheit at Common Dreams itemizes the trillions of dollars in socialist subsidy they receive.

It just never changes:

As the First Citizen in Shakespeare’s Coriolanus details, the Roman ruling class “repeal daily any wholesome act established against the rich, and provide more piercing statutes daily to chain up and restrain the poor.”

It’s a sign of how sick our culture is that Gates is treated as some kind of mandarin prophet.

On a par with his education initiatives, Gates’ advocacy of nuclear power will only make climate change worse and it will poison our earth, water, and air.

His opposition to renewables–which are not only safer but much more cost-effective than nuclear–shows how out of touch with reality is Gates.

Linda Pentz Gunter writes at Beyond Nuclear: “Gates wants to save lives conquering malaria. But he’s fine with exposing people to radiation and leaving a legacy of toxic waste with no known solution.”

Spoke to someone who attended Kirsten Flagstad’s Metropolitan Opera farewell as Gluck’s Alceste in 1952. Afterward he went to the stage door of the old Met. The entire block teemed with her admirers.

Can you imagine an operatic scene like today?