A gray, cool late-afternoon Tuesday here in California’s Central Valley.
First post this month that isn’t a beloved-dog obit — Bad (and nefarious) shit is accumulating so fast nowadays it’s getting harder and harder for me to slow down enough to type instead of doomscrolling for the daily/hourly/minute-by-minute activities of an advancing black hole of history. And what can I provide that so many other clicks on the InterWebs can do better, huh?
Written words sometimes can’t express the sad, depressing, and, a near-dream/nightmare:
We've seen videos like this before, but usually when you see a tearful wife pleading with the kidnappers who have taken her husband, she's not talking to the U.S. president
— Kevin M. Kruse (@kevinmkruse.bsky.social) 2025-04-15T20:06:44.489Z
Occasionally, I scroll across a particularly good hardcore analysis/result that jars the literary — Charles P. Pierce at Esquire last night, noting what to do right now in the way-over-developing Abrego Garcia case:
Ball’s in your court, Chief Justice Roberts. These people are mocking your authority and inviting a foreign tinhorn to join in the fun. Never has the contempt of a court been so open and obvious. You gave the president a pass because you are a tool who makes up the law to keep people from yelling at you on the TV. But as I suggested recently, Rubio, Miller, Bondi, and Noem have no immunity, not even under your misbegotten decision. Saddle up the U.S. Marshals and arrest all of them. Arrest everyone involved in the kidnapping and trafficking of Abrego Garcia, right down to the guy who fueled up the aircraft. I don’t care if they’re in jail for 11 seconds before some trained seal in a robe frees them. Don’t just talk about the power of the law. Demonstrate it. Show us what it really is. And after you’ve done that, as soon as Abrego Garcia gets back here, introduce him to the most vicious, bloodthirsty civil attorney you can find. (Your wife used to work for a legal headhunting shop. She can probably help.) Leave them all wearing a barrel. Except Miller. Get him an orange crate.
Exactly!
And furthermore, another case of T-Rump projection:
So Trump wants to start shipping “homegrown criminals” to El Salvador? This is fine—if the first person sent is Donald Trump.See the newest cartoon from @deadder.bsky.social:
T-Rump on El Salvador asshole-strongman Nayib Bukele, ironically a mirror-image Orange Turd: ‘“I have a great relationship with this man … I have the best relationship with him.”‘
And to close us out, contrary to T-Rump — Enigma on ‘Truth‘ as bottom line:
Dictator T-Rump already, or not, yet here we are once again…
(Illustration out front: Salvador Dalí’s ‘Galatea of the Spheres,’ found here.)
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