Pride of ‘Bama Tommy Tuberville forgot to lie to Politico about having told Trump his vice-president’s life was in danger.
[T]he detail that Tuberville informed Trump his vice president was in danger is a new and potentially significant development for House prosecutors seeking Trump’s conviction: it occurred just around the time that Trump sent a tweet attacking Pence for not having “the courage” to unilaterally stop Joe Biden’s victory. And Trump never indicated publicly that he was aware of Pence’s plight, even hours after Tuberville says he told him.
Whoops! Instead of leaving your quarterback vulnerable to attacks from the civilized world that he reveled in the thought of his vp dying from mob violence, you were supposed to (didn’t you read the offensive play charts?) say that the president had no idea where Mike Pence and his family were.
Senior aides to the House impeachment managers said Thursday that they considered Tuberville’s comments to be new information that confirms their case that Trump abandoned Pence and Congress to the mob rather than attempting to quell the violence.
“It squares with what we already know, that the president knew his vice president was in danger and did nothing,” said one of the aides, adding, “We will have more to speak on that point today.”
Or as the fully embarrassed Alabama media puts it:
There are only a few ways to interpret this. Either Trump didn’t care his vice president was in danger and recklessly put his life at further risk. Or Trump did care — and wanted him pursued, or hurt, or killed.
“I am Bruce Castor, prosecutor for the former president…”
LOL. The very first words of Trump’s impeachment defense attorney have him identifying himself as his prosecutor. He quickly corrected himself, but really mes petites – you don’t have to read The Psychopathology of Everyday Life to figure out what’s going on there.
I’m surprised he didn’t open up his formal remarks by saying I am Bruce Castor, prostitute for the former president…
His defense lawyers dismiss the impeachment trial as “political theater,” but their own 78-page brief practically plagiarizes from The Importance of Being Earnest:
Were I fortunate enough to be Miss Prism’s pupil, I would hang upon her lips. [MISS PRISM glares.] I spoke metaphorically. – My metaphor was drawn from bees.
You could live a whole life inside a dream, inside a small, every-moment-busied world where everyone looks and acts alike and you never have to think for yourself or imagine a free identity for yourself. You could live in a cult.
Imagine it: An entire life dictated by other people, by unquestionable holy writ embodied in an authoritarian figure, by – above all – the imperative to breed new adherents. Your entire adulthood could be engrossed in the production and maintenance of ten or thirteen children.
It seems a strange brew to those of us outside the haredi dreamlife; but if, for instance, you attend an ultraorthodox school “where the only history taught [is] Jewish history” — wrap your head around that: the only history — your bizarre ignorance and withdrawal, your almost comical hyper-provinciality, doesn’t seem bizarre. It constitutes an ordered, heavily populated world. It is the only world you’ve ever known.
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Henry James put it best: “[T]he world as it stands is no narrow illusion, no phantasm, no evil dream of the night; we wake up to it, forever and ever; and we can neither forget it nor deny it nor dispense with it.” The most successful cults must labor every moment to tamp down the world as it is; they must illude and stupefy and above all keep their members very very busy every moment, so that these benighted people can, against all odds, forget, deny, and dispense with the world. Rabbis must keep alive among sect members the delusion that they are special, anointed, in exclusive possession of the truth. (“I grew up with a sense of the Haredim being special and different. …I discovered I’m not so special or different, that there are millions like me. That’s what suddenly made me say ‘That’s it, I’m leaving.'”) They must even include regular violence in that busy-making mix, as we see in constantly rioting haredim in Israel, and in the national shame here of ultraorthodox Jews having been part of the Capitol insurrection.
Anyone could have predicted that the current pandemic would shake a lot of haredim awake; its own authoritarian rabbis predicted it, which is why many of them defied – continue to defy – the lockdown and other covid-related laws of Israel. If you don’t keep your people very busy and very inside a dream, they are going to begin to perk up.
By definition, pandemics are global, unignorable, penetrative, realities; surviving them depends on a respect for and understanding of science — the great enemy of any cult. The despicable way in which panicky rabbis have endangered the lives of their followers by attempting to disallow simple health measures among them has certainly attracted the attention of the secular world; but it has also nudged awake the moral conscience of elements of their own sects.
“When I had a lot of time to think [under lockdown], the questions flooded up again,” [one ex-ultraorthodox woman said]. “Suddenly, the rabbis didn’t know what to do. They aren’t doctors.”
And now, as this New York Times piece notes, an already discernible drift away from ultraorthodoxy has become outright flight, so that Israel faces a strange and terrible social problem: The sudden emergence into its secular world of significant numbers of isolated, traumatized, and ignorant people. People who cannot do simple math, may speak only Yiddish, and have never used a computer.
[D]eserters often find themselves in a netherworld, estranged from their families, community and the only way of life they knew and, lacking a secular education, ill-equipped to deal with the outside world.
Most Haredi boys’ schools teach little or no secular subject matter like math, English or science.
Out of one netherworld, into another: An exquisitely horrible fate. But the Israeli state holds the blame: They let – continue to let – the haredi sect remain etherized. They have not been willing to awaken it, and now it’s nightmare time.
A just-engaged Yale grad student, a committed environmentalist, an Army veteran, a man of heart and soul, is gunned down on the streets of New Haven.
There’s been a “spate of gun violence” in the city.
Citing a long history of “erratic behavior” (that’s putting it nicely), the president denies America’s Genius of the Carpathians access to intelligence reports.
Ever since the largest landslide in the history of the world was stolen from him by the forces of George Soros, DJT has been motivated by a bitter determination to bring down the government of the United States. Which seemeth to UD not the perfect profile of an intelligence-receiver.
The House of Representatives has successfully ousted would-be assassin, The QAnon Lady (no one seems to want to lower him or herself to utter her name, so I’ll go along with that), from both of the committees to which this mental and moral defective had been assigned.
The … uh … people in Georgia who elected her to Congress are free, of course, to do that again and again, although without any committee assignments her function in that body will be largely symbolic. She will symbolize the very worst of America.
Or – I mean – I know it gets even worse than The QAnon Lady, but she’s in Congress and all.
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Can’t help wondering what this gun-toting madwoman will encounter in terms of, you know, daily social interaction at the Capitol. Republican members will be fine with her – they seem to love her, or at least pity her or something – but Democrats might be hard-pressed to be pleasant. I’m thinking social distancing will be the key, long after covid.
We all know what it’s like, in work settings, to avoid Mr or Ms Mount Vesuvius, the person liable to erupt at any moment from out of the depths of their obscure rage. I think it will be like that – people will be giving The QAnon Lady a very, very wide berth. When she feels in need of human contact, there’s always Mar-A-Lago.
