Tuesday, August 21, 2018

What if it really is, all about the Tweets?






 I know, I know. One shouldn't ac-
 cept the occasion of justice, be-
 ing done, as a chance for delight
 in a vitality which has, as often
 as not, stirred a few years or e-
 ven decades too late. Fair point.
 Besides, his evangelists have al-
 ready prepared proofs of our Sav-
 ior's displeasure with the truth.

 OK, then. Let's just be nice when 
 the President's two chummiest op-
 eratives have been nailed, in two
 different Federal courthouses, on
 the same afternoon. Can you imag-
 ine what it will mean, for Tweet-
 ing on the morrow? The neologism,
 the upper-case dyslexia, a spasm,
 here, a reflux, there, of orotund
 mania in full flight, the rapture
 of being Presidential, in blazing
 exposure again as the victim of a
 lifetime, rampant in persecution.

 Meanwhile, as gutters go, ours is
 not so bad, with a little shower.














Sharon Lafraniere
August 21, 2018
The New York Times, 2018©

William K. Rashbaum, 
  Maggie Haberman, Ben Protess
  and Jim Rutenberg
August 21, 2018
The New York Times, 2018©






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