UD‘s had what to say about allowing female ISIS fighters (not all of the posts I just linked to are relevant; scroll around) to return to Europe and America. She certainly agrees that an entire life in a camp for ISIS prisoners in Syria doesn’t sound very nice, but allowing terrorists trained to kill Americans into America doesn’t sound very smart. Allowing people who held and abused slaves, who broadcast propaganda calling for the death of America, who were party to the beheading of people and the blowing up of buildings full of people all over Europe, etc., etc., to live among us is … I’d call it suicidal.
Bring them here and put them on trial? Convicting people who lived in a whirling bloody chaos, doing disgusting, undocumented things, for years and years, will be difficult, ja?
But after all she seems to be sorry for what she’s done and says she’s changed – why not believe her?
You go ahead and set up your own country where the population is willing to take risks like that.
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It can therefore be no surprise that, in the case of one of these women, one US court after another says unh-unh. (Here’s the latest failed appeal. The authors frame it as a sad event.) Hoda Muthana grew up in Alabama, daughter of a Yemeni diplomat, but left when the clarion call of the butchery of the innocent became too loud to ignore. She was a “prominent spokeswoman” for ISIS. Now that ISIS as a territorial thing is no longer an option, she’s ready for Option Two: the USA. She brings with her a son who, one presumes, she’s raising to be as dangerous as she is.
About that son – he had a Tunisian father, which might allow him to move to Tunisia as a citizen. (The father died long ago while in the process of trying to slaughter as many evil idolators as possible.) And it’s possible that Yemen – where Muthana would feel right at home, because Yemen still has slavery – would be willing to take her. Goes without saying that the kid would be far better off in Tunisia, but separating them would be an obvious cruelty.
“[N]othing in the provision authorizing impeachment-for-removal limits impeachment to situations where it accomplishes removal from office. Indeed, such a reading would thwart and potentially nullify a vital aspect of the impeachment power: the power of the Senate to impose disqualification from future office as a penalty for conviction.”
Because of the work of her hands (clearing a path through the woods), UD discovered, this time last year, a deer skull. She washed it a bit and placed it in a large white outdoor plant container. Now and then she glanced at its morbid beauty.
It didn’t mean much to her; it was one of several (less aesthetic) deer skulls she had discovered while working in the woods.
Nuno, her Portuguese landscaper, noticed the skull this morning and said to UD: “What kind of animal is that? Where did you find it? How did you get it?” He seemed rather excited.
Nuno explained that he collected animal skulls. “I put colored beads in their eye sockets and feathers on their heads.”
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Nuno proposed to pay UD for the skull, and she agreed. He gave her cash, and she gave him the skull.
“I earned money for the household by the work of my hands!” UD exulted to Mr UD and La Kid (staying in ‘thesda because UD is creeped out by the armed camp DC has become – she goes back to the city today). UD liked this phrase and repeated it. “It’s Biblical! The work of my hands!”
Of course DJT hasn’t written an inaugural letter, to be read by his successor. This is one of many departures from tradition for which DJT will fail to be remembered.
Already a Chicago Tribune writer has tried his hand at a satirical inaugural letter. UD offers a letter in the form of a poem – a poem in which DJT shows remarkable literary culture.
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LETTER TO MY SUCCESSOR, BY DONALD J. TRUMP
They say you’re giving the place a deep clean.
Good call. I wish I could explain how I
Soiled the great gift of the presidency.
Didn’t want to! I swear I didn’t mean
To leave it like this: a moral pigsty.
But of course I know you don’t believe me.
Consider, though, how human beings lean
Toward self-destruction. Don’t believe me? Try
Kafka. Cioran. Freud. Dostoevsky.
From a review of an odd film I’ve seen:
“The film focuses on psycho-bi-
ological forces that make you your own enemy.
The lust for chaos; the lust to demean …
To demean yourself! You self-glorify,
But in a sick way. But only outwardly.
The hunger for colossal failure in
The drive for success; and for death in any
Vigilant and violent hypochondry.”
Raskolnikov skulks away; the final scene
A shabby nothing as I hiss goodbye.
Some day you’ll find a way to pity me.
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UPDATE: He did write a letter after all.
Probably a lot like the one I wrote.
The good news: Mike “Martial Law” Lindell, AKA Mr “My Pillow,” will be there; and, because most retailers are now dropping his line, he will bring along to the ceremony thousands of unsold pillows, to create a warm inviting mood.
… “These are heavy misfortunes,” as Elizabeth Bennett says to Lady Catherine de Bourgh; yet we are all pulling for Jill Biden, and hoping she can come out in one piece on the other side.
She plans on lobbying the Supreme Scrabble Court to make “qanon” a legitimate game word. There are very few q and no u words allowed in Scrabble, and even though QAnon is a proper noun, UD‘s hoping the SSC, cognizant of the paucity of q and no u words, will at least agree to take the case.
… the scummy world of big-time Southern football keeps rolling along. For years and years she’s followed the beautiful, profoundly rooted culture of obscenely overpaid coaches cheating their way to championships that get rescinded when some filthy traitor on the staff spills the beans. Then there’s the old-timey defamation lawsuit the fired coach files, in which he demands a billion dollar settlement cuz of all the damage the school has done to his beautiful reputation. There’s the charming buzz that ensues among the faithful: Who among the equally scummy cheater-coaches out there will be the dumped cheater-coach’s replacement? And everybody cheats, so why were we singled out? There’s the sweet perennial controversy about whether tailgate parties which turn the campus into a urinic heap where drunk out of their minds pre-teens reel about should be subject to a few rules, and the equally perennial controversy about the advisability of a university holding courses during the same week important football game are played (answer: scheduled classes are inadvisable). There’s the inexhaustible thrill of watching this or that heavily-recruited player with a notoriously violent past assault people all over town, as well as the larger traditional spectacle of groups of bulked up football heroes making use of monster SUVs, monster rifles, and illicit drugs all at the same time. The fraternities make their own venerable contribution to the Southern football landscape, killing pledges during fan parties through the time-tested method of alcohol and neglect.
The University of Tennessee is the scummy football school du jour; but places like Ole Miss, which combine all aspects of this culture with campus white supremacy riots, are real – uh – historic.
And yet at the same time what could be more totally up to date than white supremacy rioting?
… UD votes for Your Love Is Lifting Me Higher and Higher… but the Rita Coolidge version!
Karl Rove: ‘Strong Likelihood’ Trump Will Be Convicted if Giuliani Leads Impeachment Defense
UD‘s Representative, Jamie Raskin, grieving, but still able to write articles of impeachment.
I’m not going to lose my son at the end of 2020 and my country and my republic in 2021. It’s not gonna happen.
“Making our institutions a joke is exactly what helps authoritarians like Mr Putin survive. If there’s no example of things going better, it makes their life much much easier. A big sad thing which is happening is that there is no longer an American example … that dissidents in China or [the] opposition in Hong Kong or journalists in Russia or Poland or Hungary or whatever can point to — thanks to Mr Trump.”