You know, sometimes, I'll post something here or on Facebook that might be a little TOO obscure, uninteresting or what have you just because it amuses me at the moment...and it's still genuinely thrilling when even just one person reacts to it.
Today Rand Paul wants to force an 85-year-old Dr. Anthony Fauci to address the American people but refuses to ask the same of 84-year-old Mitch McConnell.
I watched Trump’s speech at the Correspondents’ Dinner last night.
It’s hard to articulate how sad it made me.
Sad and embarrassed and exhausted.
Here is the thing about a man who is a joke. He can’t tell one.
People think humor is a talent. It isn’t. It’s a capacity. To make someone laugh you have to be able to laugh at yourself, and to laugh at yourself you have to step outside of yourself and see what everyone else sees. For one second you have to be just another person in the room.
Most people can do this by the time they are nine years old.
He has never once managed it. Not in fifty years of cameras. Not for a second.
That is not a quirk. It is a symptom. The muscle that lets you tell a joke is the same one that lets you feel what another person feels. A man who cannot survive being laughed at cannot imagine being anyone but himself. He will only ever be generous when it is photographed. He will only ever be kind when it is filmed.
There is a name for it.
So he stood up there and did what he always does. He hit down. He made jokes about people’s weight. He made jokes about their intelligence. He made jokes about how women look. He read out the names of people he doesn’t like, and mocked them. Always mocking. And when no one laughed he blamed his speech writers.
The cruelty dressed as humor has worn so thin.
And for the 30% of you still in the cult who will inevitably call me a crackhead and blame it all on my Dad, all I can say is please, for the love of God, open your eyes. Wake the fuck up. Have some dignity. Have some pride.
Joe Biden wasn’t standing at that podium last night. Donald Trump was.
And at the end of it he put on a red hat that said Trump 2028 and told the room he was running again. No one laughed because everyone knows he has no intention of leaving.
Just another joke at our expense.
She was an awesome woman Harry. Thanks for mentioning her. I gave her her first bass lesson when she was a teenager; she was funny, smart and vibrant, a soulful girl.
.@AndyBeshearKY is showing Democrats how it’s DONE.
Kentucky Republicans passed a blatantly political, constitutionally questionable law to strip the governor of his power to fill a Senate vacancy.
And Andy appears ready to tell them: TOO BAD.
If McConnell’s seat opens, Beshear looks prepared to appoint who HE chooses and let Republicans cry about it.
This is how you fight power grabs. You don’t whine. You don’t surrender. You FIGHT BACK.
I publicly and privately urged the last administration to address the public’s concerns with the former president’s health. I’m calling on Sen. McConnell to do the same and provide voters an update on his own health. Let’s end the crazy speculation. Just tell us what’s going on.
On this day in 1977, Roger Waters spat at a disruptive fan during Pink Floyd's Montreal show. The moment sparked the ideas that became 'The Wall,' his rock opera about alienation, isolation and emotional barriers.