Ah, that's a bit of the old pepper.
I’m on my way out the door for vacation but I can still get mad at stupid shit. Tubby’s seizure of the DC Police Department, on the Reichstaggering grounds of Big Balls’ alleged beating, is about the stupidest and shittiest, and I initially said my say in this, the first of the week’s Roy Edroso Breaks It Down free-to-non-subscribers posts (get ‘em while they’re hot, there’ll be none next week).
In brief, the whole stunt is the apotheosis of conservative hatred of cities. They spend their Fox-filled days snarling that cities are shit-smeared scumpits that no one would ever want to live in -- and also the apartments are too expensive. They sneer that city-dwellers are all a bunch of weak, woke sissies -- who also fight off roving gangs of thugs to and from the subway every day. It’s incoherent, but with Tubby and his goons poking their amygdalas 24/7 they ignore the contradictions and embrace their hatred of anything different from what their pappy beat into them back in the hollers and subdivisions.
To them I say, in the words of the old bumper sticker: We come from different worlds. Mine has soap and toothpaste.
One good sign: The locals ain’t having it. They had to let the Eat-Fresh Sandwich Assailant out on bond because the charges were so ridic, and a Grand Jury said get the fuck out of here to a couple of other preposterous prosecutions. These assholes thought it would be fun to fuck with residents of a 90% Democratic town, but they’re finding out that trying to subdue a populace that hates your guts ain’t no picnic.
Honorable mention to all the rightwingers who say they’re ascared to walk or even drive around DC for fear of crime. I spent a decade there and I know little children with more sense and self-assurance than they have. These guys are either totally abject pussies or just pretending to be so they can nuzzle Tubby’s ballsack, which is even worse.
Also free to the public: This one on “Trumpsurdism” -- the hyper-unreality and giddy nonsense this administration uses in its propaganda, not to justify its unjustifiable actions but to show the rubes that justice, common sense, and even reality itself don’t matter anymore, only their will does. Hannah Arendt got there first, I guess, but mine has topical references.
In closing: This shit…
A staff mutiny forced the management of a plush British countryside pub to turn away JD Vance, just weeks after the same venue hosted Kamala Harris, according to reports.
The vice president had reportedly attempted to dine at The Bull in Charlbury, Oxfordshire, an early 16th-century countryside pub with a Michelin Bib Gourmand...
However, the staff reportedly staged a mutiny, telling management that they wouldn’t show up to work if the venue accepted Vance’s dinner booking...
…puts me in mind of Lionel Barrymore in Key Largo: “Come over here -- I’d like to spit on you.” Like Old Joe said, anger can be power, and these fuckers should be let to know at every turn that they are interlopers and not welcome -- the necessary prelude to heaving them out.
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