Tuesday, July 16, 2019

Disgrace





I'm in the middle of deliberating
in the matter of interior paints,
and at a minimum it strikes me as
untimely of a President to demand
one's attention to his latest of-
fense against human dignity. What
would have been wrong with insist-
ing on such distractions when tak-
ing out the trash? Yet who should
be surprised, that it is the more
Conservative and politically aut-
onomous observers, who are urging
most eloquently, the character of
complaint which his climactically
revolting utterances now require?




Most of humanity has found itself
on entirely different shores from
his compulsive Rubicon for years.
That he crosses it with impunity,
is less an indictment of our res-
olution, than proof of his rejec-
tion's maturing, as going without
saying. Still not to put too fine
a point on it, one cannot imagine
a figure whose demise will engage
less celebration, than one so od-
ious as to've shed consideration. 

















Sunday, July 14, 2019

Allons, enfants






I listened to David Remnick's nuzzling
The New Yorker Radio Hour on Saturday,
not long before reading Maureen Dowd's
follow-up to a column she devoted last
week to her eminence in being noticed.
Fame for being famous is that branding
device, I thought, we'd seen somewhere
before. Strange bedfellows are created
not born, as outlaws pretend to differ.