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They were there at Bedminster  kissing his ass last night—just in time to advise him re: his latest, but not last indictment

Everyone around Trump becomes infected not only with his malevolent duplicity but his delusional stupidity: how else to process the news that Trump & Co. are now going to use his trial for treason to actually attempt to re-litigate his preposterous, totally debunked claims of voter fraud in 2020?

In yet another sign that he and his running-mate Casey are complete, shameless frauds, Ron is now attacking “elites.”

“Elite Colleges Prefer Wealth” is the subhead in today’s New York Times story unpacking a new report by Opportunity Insights that details the “extent to which being very rich is its own qualification in selective college admissions.”

And the GOP Supreme Court has no problem with that at all.

Reading Quentin Bell’s superb biography of Virginia Woolf.

She decried the literary “Underworld” whose “ambition was to be on the winning side. . . When Conrad published Victory, Virginia found it hailed by the Underworld as a masterpiece. . . But when she expressed her doubts. . .there was a kind of uneasy shift of opinion–perhaps Conrad was going out, perhaps the moment had come to disparage him.”

Oh, but she says she’s a Christian, so no harm, no foul, right?

Ronny and Casey have turned the Sunshine  state into the Pariah state.

I kept experiencing that kind of double internal vision as I wrote “Growing Up Basquiat” for Air Mail, inspired by fellow former City-as-School students Al Diaz and Danny Kessler reminiscing with me about our mutual friend and classmate Jean.

A friend called to remind me that epochal and timeless “Strange Fruit,” immortalized by Irish Catholic African-American Billie Holiday, was based on a poem by white Jew Abel  Meeropol.

It was only a matter of time before Trump tried to deflect from his Adderall addiction by accusing-Biden-in-a-mirror of being  coked up.