He's speaking on the Senate floor, and as I listen it becomes clear that I have been wrong in thinking that it wasn't possible to loathe him more.


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On Facebook, a friend posted about getting the message out on an initiative that is on the upcoming midterm ballot. I commented on her post. A few minutes later there was a notification that she had responded; I clicked on it, and it went to a page that informed me that the “content is not available”. Hmmm. Try as I might, I couldn’t access her original posting. When she posted about another issue, I answered in the comments and told her about my inability to access the earlier post. About the same time, another friend commented that she had the same experience.

A bit later, my friend posted that she’d done a little research to find out if others who were posting about that particular subject were having similar problems. In the course of that research, she looked at a page owned by a group holding the opposite position, and she showed a photo grab from that page to show what they are offering as frames. And now she is unable to access her own news feed. Again, hmmm.

We have been made aware that the Koch brothers are aware of the opposition to what they are promoting, and they have dumped considerable money into the effort to silence us. Under the circumstances, I wouldn’t be at all surprised if they’d purchased hackers to disrupt conversations on social media. In fact, I’d be surprised if they hadn’t.

You'd think that having everything would be sufficient, that there would be no need to be so frightened of simple conversation. But frightened they are, as well as just plain greedy.



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Lindsey Graham is the first person to audition to be the next Attorney General by doing a Lady MacBeth monologue. ~ John Fugelsang



Come, let me clutch thee! I have thee not, and yet I see thee still, and on thy blade and dudgeon gouts of Trump which was not so before . . . uh, wait . . .



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If a female nominee had shouted and cried and cross-talked the senators, she'd have been taken out in a straight jacket.

Sorry, didn't catch the name of the person who said it.


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We aren't seeing it.


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My goodness, but Kavanaugh seems loudly pissed that he has not yet been canonized.

To be sure, after this weepy lecturing, complete with the missus imitating the distaff Alito, the questioning should be “interesting”. Namely, will Rachel Mitchell again speak on behalf of the Republicans, or will they do their own verbal fellating?


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One day, way back in my bartending days, I went to fetch a bottle of wine from the back room at the hotel bar where I’d just started working. Coming back into the bar I was startled to see Winston Churchill settling onto a seat at the bar. Very nattily dressed and somewhat soft-spoken, he smiled and ordered the first of several cocktails. There was no chance for any further conversation, seeing as how there were many other customers requiring my attention.

Several hours later the hotel’s restaurant manager and the head waiter approached “Mr. Churchill”, fished his keys out of his pocket, pinned a piece of paper to his lapel, then stood him up and walked him out the door. After closing, they explained that he was a regular, and that he had requested this routine: he would be placed in a taxi and the driver would be paid up front to deliver him to his front door, the car key would be held at the hotel desk, the note pinned to his jacket told him where to retrieve the key. Such was the kid-glove treatment for a particular federal judge back in the 1970s.



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