They Will See Us Waving From Such Great Heights

Acoustic Cover from Iron & Wine:

Let's take Trump on his word for one second ... let's say McGonigal was actually investigating him

as he's claiming. Okay, I know it's a ludicrous idea, but just for a second.

In that particular worldview, riddle me this ... John Durham was appointed by Trump's people to 'investigate the investigators', right?

But somehow John Durham (at least it would seem) utterly failed to catch this 'investigator' of Trump/Russia, despite red flags like numerous large (but under the reporting limit) cash deposits, and travelling with someone linked to Russia.

Why is that, you think?

Edit: Another question I have is this: Christopher Steele testified he eventually forwarded his infamous dossier to John McCain because he felt like the FBI (who he initially sent it to) were 'sitting on it'. Was it the NYC field office he initially sent it to? Does he have reason to think McGonigle himself had anything to do with the inaction he perceived?

Edit 2: Ah, yes, I thought I'd read this in the past ...

https://talkingpointsmemo.com/news/dossier-stalle-ny-field-office-weeks-after-launch-russia-probe

I find there's an interesting dichotomy behind the left and right's notions of 'being who you are'

The Righties are seemingly all-consumed with the notion that a person must live out their lives based on whether they possess and XX or XY chromosome pair. Which is, in turn, what one might consider a 'scientific perspective' on the subject.

On the other hand, people on 'our side' observe the real-world situation, and decree that XX vs XY is not actually that important, what really MATTERS ... is what the person PERCEIVES as their 'true' gender, right?

Which in turn, interestingly, leads to a tangential observation ... that those of us on the left therefore 'believe in souls', as a general concept.

You arguably have to have a something akin to an eternal soul ... to believe you are of a gender that is contrary to that of your chromosome's, don't you?

Representative Bill Foster (Ph.D in Physics from Harvard) gets in a classic burn on Santos

Pick any Concert/Festival or Band Tour from the past you'd pay huge money to go back in time

to watch live.

Here's mine, 1992, Madison Square Garden (be sure to watch to the end to see who all was there at the show apart from the legends in this song, featuring Dylan, Petty, Harrison, Young, McGuinn, Clapton, Steve Cropper & G.E. Smith)

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon

A woman brought a very limp duck into a veterinary surgeon. As she laid her pet on the table, the vet pulled out his stethoscope and listened to the bird’s chest.

After a moment or two, the vet shook his head and sadly said, "I'm sorry, your duck, Cuddles, has passed away."

The distressed woman wailed, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am sure. Your duck is dead," replied the vet.

"How can you be so sure?" she protested. I mean you haven't done any testing on him or anything. He might just be in a coma or something.

The vet rolled his eyes, turned around and left the room. He returned a few minutes later with a black Labrador Retriever. As the duck's owner looked on in amazement, the dog stood on his hind legs, put his front paws on the examination table and sniffed the duck from top to bottom. He then looked up at the vet with sad eyes and shook his head.

The vet patted the dog on the head and took it out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a cat. The cat jumped on the table and also delicately sniffed the bird from head to foot. The cat sat back on its haunches, shook its head, meowed softly and strolled out of the room.

The vet looked at the woman and said, "I'm sorry, but as I said, this is most definitely, 100% certifiably, a dead duck."

The vet turned to his computer terminal, hit a few keys and produced a bill, which he handed to the woman.

The duck's owner, still in shock, took the bill. "$1500!" she cried, "$1500 just to tell me my duck is dead!"

The vet shrugged, "I'm sorry. If you had just taken my word for it, the bill would have been $50, but with the Lab Report and the Cat Scan, it's now $1500."

the stevies ... wonder and vaughn - superstition (live) with jody watley & salt-n-peppa

In honor of Jeff Beck, who collaborated with Stevie Wonder on the original version of the track.

phil collins - take me home (live-1990) chester thompson drum cam - so badass

I saw Phil on this tour (Face Value) in Oakland and this was the final song (encore) of the night ... I'm not a HUGE fan of Collins' solo stuff other than a handful of great ones he did, but this is such a killer song to end a show, whole crowd walked out singing it

And Chester is the MAN.

Oh, sure you laugh now, but wait until the GOP proves Hunter Biden had sex with Monica Lewinsky

in a hotel room in Benghazi, and it was all laid out in Hillary's emails, which were stored on Hunter's laptop. Whole thing was funded with the money from the Whitewater deal, and Vince Foster had copies of those emails.

Shit will get real then.

It appears that Chancellor Kevis McLorum has just faced a Vote of No Confidence

And lost miserably.

Queen Kamalidala and Senator Pelospatine are laughing their asses off