Open Thread - Friday, January 11, 2019
"IN MY LIFE, I have watched John Kennedy talk on television about missiles in Cuba. I saw Lyndon Johnson look Richard Russell squarely in the eye and and say, "And we shall overcome." I saw Richard Nixon resign and Gerald Ford tell the Congress that our long national nightmare was over. I saw Jimmy Carter talk about malaise and Ronald Reagan talk about a shining city on a hill. I saw George H.W. Bush deliver the eulogy for the Soviet bloc, and Bill Clinton comfort the survivors of Timothy McVeigh's madness in Oklahoma City. I saw George W. Bush struggle to make sense of it all on September 11, 2001, and I saw Barack Obama sing "Amazing Grace" in the wounded sanctuary of Mother Emanuel Church in Charleston, South Carolina.
These were the presidents of my lifetime. These were not perfect men. They were not perfect presidents, god knows. Not one of them was that. But they approached the job, and they took to the podium, with all the gravitas they could muster as appropriate to the job. They tried, at least, to reach for something in the presidency that was beyond their grasp as ordinary human beings. They were not all ennobled by the attempt, but they tried nonetheless.
And comes now this hopeless, vicious buffoon, and the audience of equally hopeless and vicious buffoons who laughed and cheered when he made sport of a woman whose lasting memory of the trauma she suffered is the laughter of the perpetrators. Now he comes, a man swathed in scandal, with no interest beyond what he can put in his pocket and what he can put over on a universe of suckers, and he does something like this while occupying an office that we gave him, and while endowed with a public trust that he dishonors every day he wakes up in the White House.
The scion of a multigenerational criminal enterprise, the parameters of which we are only now beginning to comprehend. A vessel for all the worst elements of the American condition. And a cheap, soulless bully besides. Watch him again, behind the seal of the President of the United States. Isn't he a funny man? Isn't what happened to that lady hilarious? Watch the assembled morons cheer. This is the only story now."
- Charles Pierce -
I am not an advocate of fat shaming, unless the person is an angry know-it-all and pretend tough guy. Then their unfitness is fair game. Bring it on funkin' Sponge Blob Golf Pants!
It is better to be phunkin' phat.
I am a button pusher, and a stoic. I would love to participate in the wall negotiations. I am pretty sure, I could precipitate a cataclysmic event. There is nothing quite so rewarding as making a bully lose their shit and throw a fit.
I like to let them vent, while I get up and make a cup of coffee. Then, return to the negotiation and say, "I'm sorry, I wasn't listening. Could you repeat that?".
My kids were smart enough to know that when I said, "Now that you have yelled at me, I agree with you.", meant they had lost the argument and their desired outcome was no longer possible. Having someone tell you to go funk yourself is a growth experience.
On second thought, I think I will just send my youngest to negotiate. She would do just fine. I taught her not to be afraid, nor take any funkin' crap.
Time to wake up, executive time is funkin' over.
Funkin' theme development, take 2.
Are we have funkin' fun yet?
What part of "no", is not understood?
I could snark all funkin' day, but I really need to accomplish something, for my own psychological state.
Have a great weekend! May the funk be with you. The thread is OPEN.