The season for unreason

 

I found a card that matches my mood.  

Someone should tell Trump that if he airs his grievances every day, Festivus won't be special.  Over the last 24 hours we've been treated to a cornucopia of frothing rage.  Still obsessed with the 2020 election and his ass-kicking at the hands of Joe Biden, he re-Truthed a missive from a lawyer named Joshua Hall alleging that some tabulator tapes in Fulton County were not correctly signed and demanded that Brian Kemp, Brad Raffensperger and Ruby Freeman be locked up right now!!!  Even if everything hinged on a clerical error, Georgia would not be enough to win him the Electoral College.  Also, five years have passed.  Does he want to go back in time?  Yes, he does.  Dementia.

The obsession with comedians is also ongoing.  Having already proclaimed all criticism "sedition" and "treason," he's screaming for the networks to lose their "licenses."  "All they do is hit Trump," he whined.  The late-night shows are reruns during the holiday week but he doesn't seem to have noticed.  It was Stephen Colbert's turn to be singled out:

Calling for a comedian's death is a new development, and a worrying one.  Judges who rule against him have to get special security protection against the red hat mob, with one, 84-year-old John Coughenour, keeping a gun at his home.  Even mob accountants in witness protection don't get unwanted pizzas delivered at 2 am.  In the wake of Rob Reiner's murder I can imagine what Trump would say if someone attacked Colbert.  Or rather, I don't have to imagine.  The worst thing about this degenerate is that his shitposts are tediously unsurprising.  And now the Supremos ruled 6-3 that he can't invade Chicago with the National Guard, which means late-night pizza for everyone but Gorsuch, Thomas and Alito.

Depravity is the common currency of the regime.  One of Trump's worst creatures Stephen Miller was on Fox raving about the CECOT segment which found its way onto our computers, if not televisions.  "You have these Sixty Minutes producers who are living in comfort and security in their West End condos," he ranted, probably meaning "West Side."  He thinks it would prove something to send one of them to CECOT and allow one of "these monsters" to stay in the condo.  He wants everyone who works on the show fired for exposing Americans to Trumpism.  "Humankind cannot bear very much reality," wrote Eliot, and it seems to be true of Millerkind, too.  

Their spirit animals are no better.  We saw their barely suppressed glee at the death of Reiner.  Sometimes they don't even wait for the body to get cold.  Noted grabber of men's junk Matt Schlapp of CPAC was the first to cheer after former Senator Ben Sasse announced he has end-stage cancer:  "Ben Sasse is a terrible politician but a fantastic human being."  Would you like to try that again?  Maybe omit the abuse this time?  Dear Leader might overlook it if you give him a gold-plated turd and tell him it's a peace prize.

While the children of anti-vax conspiratologists are getting pertussis and measles for Christmas, another medieval plague has slipped back in:  tetanus.  Three quarters of counties report a drop in early childhood vaccinations of DTaP (the same shot protects against pertussis and diphtheria), administered at two months when public health policy is not made by people who use their heads to raise bait.  You would expect Brainworm Bob to be impressed by how much cheaper it is to vaccinate against tetanus compared to treatment, which can cost thousands of dollars, but maybe I'm giving him too much credit for the ability to reason.  Once you decide vaccines are evil, game over.

One week from tomorrow Zohran Mamdani will be sworn in as mayor of New York, with Letitia James administering the oath at midnight and Bernie Sanders doing so the next day at a block party in lower Manhattan.  It's a four-year term -- I hope the New York Post has enough qualified nitpickers to report daily on his unsuitability for the job.  During the campaign they broke the news that he was unable to identify Billy Joel's "New York State of Mind" on a podcast with Jack Coyne.  He did better with the Kander and Ebb anthem "New York, New York."  I'll bet neither of them would have recognized the song it displaced, "Sidewalks of New York."  And no, I never voted for Al Smith.

Speaking of songs, I was going to post Judy Garland's "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" but I decided it wasn't depressing enough.  Here's some Steely Dan.