I swear this is true: As of this writing, I still do not know who won any Oscars™ Sunday night. I’m sort of proud of that.
Sacheen Littlefeather, part Apache, delivers a speech decrying Hollywood’s treatment of aboriginal Americans at the behest of Marlon Brando, who’d won the Best Actor Oscar for his portayal of Vito Corleone in The Godfather.
I knew it! I knew it! Months ago I wrote that President Gag might very well ignore any subpoenas or other legal writs that might compel him to testify about his dirty business(es) and/or force him from office.
I wrote it’d be just like him — and his entire presidency — to say Fuck you. Whaddya gonna do about it?
And — wouldn’t you know it! — yesterday one of his aiders and abettors, a heretofore anonymous punk named Sam Nunberg, told the world he’d piss all over any subpoena special counselor Robert Mueller might toss his way.
It’s starting, kiddies.
Get ready for the Constitutional battle of the century…, hell, of all history as the noose tightens around the president and his slop bucket dealings with Russian oligarchs who’ve been bankrolling him ever since every other legitimate lender in the civilized world decided to run, fast, in the other direction whenever they’d see him coming.
That is, of course, if Li’l Duce lasts out his term. I reiterate: He won’t be impeached, but as Mueller gets closer to his tax returns and digs up more filth about P. Gag’s handshakes with Russian mobsters and fascist-capitalists, the Leader of the Free World just might take a powder before the US Marshals come calling at the White House, their handcuffs at the ready.
Nix To Dick’s
As you know, Dick’s Sporting Goods made a splash last week by publicly declaring it would stop selling assault weapons at its stores. You had to figure at least a few of its employees would be put out by the news and, lo and behold, a couple of them already have announced they’re quitting.
Both the quitters cite Dick’s new “liberal policies” for their decisions. To listen to them, you’d think Dick’s has been taken over by a cabal including Mao, Fidel, and Huey Newton. Come to think of it, the two probably really do envision that scenario in their fever dreams.
Anyway, Chicago’s Columbia College professor in the musical theater program, Albert Williams, has a great line about the development:
So, there are now fewer dicks at Dick’s.
Blue ManFor those of you who can’t get enough of Jeff Isaac on social media — and, Jeez, the dude lives there! — y’gotta check out his regular blog posts on Public Seminar.
PS is a wailing wall for political scientists and other such hoodlums. Jeff’s latest piece ties in race in America today with his other passion, music. Entitled “Strange Fruit: An Improvisation on Race, Hybrid Identities, and the Blues,” the piece examines…, well, click to it and find out for yourself. The title alone ought to hip you to its content.
BTW: Public Seminar has published a book of essays, all tied in with the Charlottesville fiasco last spring. And, yeah, our very own Jefe Jeff has a piece in it. The book’s titled #Charlottsville: Before and Beyond.
Different From You & Me
I present this with no comment, as none is needed [h/t to Mark Taylor]: