Further proof of spring: People in Washington are getting excited about their cherry blossoms. This, even though the annual Running of the Blossoms (or whatever they call it) has been canceled owing to concerns about covid.
And I am coming to believe that “the former guy,” as Joe Biden has happily stumbled upon calling him — an overweight carnival barker in actual clown make-up — became president of our country for very specific historical and cultural reasons (right time, right place, wrong man).
It took us two hundred years to get a president who instead took advantage of this fact; who sold us down the river for his own personal profit.
It’s hard to develop perspective on what we have gone through lately. But let me try.
A strong new ethics regime can no longer wait, taking into account the modern economy, modern communications, and the demonstrated willingness of dedicated grifters to skim as much fat as they can for themselves, in a way that has hitherto been considered unthinkable.
I’m lucky if I can order from the menu, and that’s when I’m traveling in England, where I speak the language.
We will light candles, we will spin tops, we will eat potato pancakes, and we will consider eating chocolate coins as well, even though most brands of Chanukah chocolate taste like wax.
One of the saddest things about having Trump in the White House is how obvious he has made everything. There is nothing new to say.
In the middle of the Cold War, when Americans still had nightmares about the bomb, Russians exported actual warfare into the world, and the mass of mankind remained hungry and poor, the great philosopher Walt Kelley (who wrote about animals living in a swamp) warned us as clearly as he could.
But Trump makes people happy, too. Not his family and friends, of course. But complete strangers, who don’t know him, and don’t have to deal with his sociopathy except as it translates to entertainment.