John Bolton has got to leave government.
His latest incredibly dangerous betise has been revealed:
Dion Nissenbaum in The Wall Street Journal describes Bolton’s rabid campaign to bomb Iran.
All we need, right? Another war. That would be, another endless waar.
I’ll give you the back story later, but this was the message on my phone machine, September 1995:
“What kind of loser are you that you don’t return the call of a woman who wrote the best book on Tallulah ever written? Of course you don’t have a publisher. Probably no talent either. ‘Bye, ‘bye.”
And if you don’t believe me, read Bill Curry at Salon.
Speaker Pelosi asks Majority Leader McConnell:
“Do you take an oath to the Constitution or an oath to Donald Trump?
Mired in trivia, “news” shows and “news”papers take a pass on the most urgent issues–climate change, anyone?
Thom Hartman writes at Common Dreams:
“Ever since the media began, in a big way in the 1980s, to ignore actual news and go for highly dumbed-down or even salacious stories, many of us who work in the media have been astonished by this behavior by the network and cable news organizations and the major newspapers.”
And forget about the arts, while we’re at it.
We have reached that nightmare dystopia.
Truly, Sen. McConnell is one of the most malevolent, destructive figures in the history of this country. He is, naturally enough, thoroughly disapproved of by the folks in Kentucky. Time for a Democratic challenger to announce herself.
As the city and the developers launch a ferocious assault on the historic North East Village–the ongoing demolition of the landmark, but not landmark-designated St. Denis hotel on East 11th Street is a moment of shame for the municipality–the Greenwich Village Society for Historic Preservation has established an on-line data base providing a thumbnail history of every building in the East Village.
That’s what Democrats and Democratic Socialists should say every time Liz Cheney or any other Republican windbag moronically intones “Venezuela!” to mean–something or other, in the service of their shoveling more money at the super rich while shafting everyone else.
Let’s be kind and extrapolate from their shrieks of “Venezuela!” a possible meaning that Venezuela’s problems offer a conclusive verdict against any socialized initiative here. You know, just like we need to disband our military because “Argentina!” I mean, they did have a coup a long time ago, so that’s conclusive.
Liz Cheney doesn’t know her ass from her elbow about socialism or anything else, but she’s an unabashed mouthpiece for GOP cant and deception.
The fact is, we have socialism in this country already for certain swaths of population, above all the wealthy, who recline in a warm bath of socialized subsidy that runs from cradle to grave.
Medicare, Medicaid, Social Security, life-long free medical care for vets, life- long medical care for ex-Congress members: these are also all socialized programs.
The reality is that the socialized countries I’ve mentioned above are all considered some of the most best places to live on the face of the planet.
The GOP thinks by repeating “Venezuela!” enough times it can terrify Americans about new possible socialization like Medicare for All.
But we are partially socialized as it is, and our socialized programs are mostly extremely popular and functional.
In my Conversation with Violette Verdy in the new, Winter 2018-19 Ballet Review, she says that when she saw Le Clercq dance in Paris in 1956 New York City Ballet had just come from Venice. But Venice had been a month earlier. They had just come from Antwerp.
From what Verdy saw in the wings, Le Clercq was experiencing some stiffness in her legs, shaking them out over and over again. Ten days later she was paralyzed.
It is commonly and probably correctly assumed that Le Clercq was exposed to polio in Venice, which is probably why Verdy telescoped the time frame.
I’ve kept it as she said it, however, because I believe the interview subject should be allowed to talk freely, without intervening corrections by the interview author.
Verdy was, of course, inimitable, and I loved having lunch with her that day in 2009.
