He drew his sword out of its scabbard

Then proudly he stood up and slabbered,

“Our Bobby’s repulsy

But nae like our Tulsi!

Come on, Dems! Prepare to be Gabbar’d!!”

Trumpworld’s response to the latest sting of betrayal.

‘Foo Fighters say they did not OK

Trump using “My Hero” at Arizona rally,

will donate royalties to Harris-Walz campaign‘

This one I’ll write myself.

17 year old who Assaulted his Mother

for Withholding her American Express Gold Card from him

goes on to Kill his Passenger in his Mother’s BMW X3M.

 ‘It’s like she handed him an AR-15,’ says Victim’s Mother

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This one has it all. As you recall, the DeLillo headline must refer to at least three status markers (prior examples here), and this murder trial is absolutely bursting with them: Gold Card, $80,000 BMW, and the repeated invocation of the AR-15.

I stand amid the roar

Of a self-tormented shore,

And I clasp within my coat

Little dwindled bits of votes—

How few! and how they slide

Through my fingers to the other side,

While I weep — while I weep!

O God! Can I not grasp

Them with a tighter clasp?

O God!  Call down the pricks

That slashed and burned on January 6!

Is all that we see or seem

A horrid dream within a dream?

I’m pissing myself over Tuesday’s debate

And I’m wondering now if it isn’t too late

To throw out some crap

To get the thing scrapped.

I know nothing, and there’s so much at stake.

How clearly I recall James Galbraith (a conspiracy guy) excitedly leaning in to bestow upon me The Actual Truth of the JFK killing… UD stood in the living room of John Kenneth Galbraith’s Vermont farmhouse (stood for a long time; it’s an incredibly elaborate story) politely waiting for Jamie to finish, but he never finished. Dinner was announced, and I was rescued.

Now, centuries later, Trump, with similar excitement, attempts to stimulate ol’ UD with the use of titillating clues about the CIA, Oswald, Ruby, and the Trilateral Commission. Vote for me and you’ll see how Jamie’s conspiracy was TRUE!

But if much younger, higher-estrogen-level UD failed to respond to JFK conspiracy blandishments, imagine how little the much older UD responds.

And now think about how everyone born after 1953 is likely to respond.

Half a billion, half a billion,

Half a billion — onward!

Out of the valley of Trump

   Rides the Dem Brigade.

The repulsive ultraorthodox refusal to sit next to a woman on an airplane is met with repelled refusal in turn on many flights, UD is happy to report.

I mean, it’s an old story, and we’ve followed it for years on this blog. Crews now have clear instructions to tell sexist shits to sit down or leave the plane, and I’m guessing quite a few do leave, and they try their luck on another flight. Most I figure put up with sickening proximity to a female for the duration of their flight.

Some of course decide to fight, holding up departure, upsetting fellow travelers, etc. A group like this was recently thrown off a flight and they’re suing because religious freedom anti-semitism yada yada. The case will be thrown out, and the VERY slow learning process (of course it’s slow; ultraorthodox children get virtually no education) of these ridiculous people will move forward by an inch.

On UD’s driveway this morning.

Sing it.

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Well last week I thought all abortion’s wrong

If you bled out, well too bad so long

Punished all the bad girls, that’s no lie

Not my fault if the losers died

Because God told me to kill Roe, but it’s all over now

Because God told me to kill Roe, but it’s all over now

Well the bitch has me beaten all over town

Tellin’ everybody I’m a mad ol clown

She puts me down, it’s a pity how I cry

So listen: Now I don’t think raped children ought to die

Because God told me to kill Roe, but it’s all over now

Because God told me to kill Roe, but it’s all over now

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UPDATE: ME change MY mind too, Daddy!

Sure it is. You can go after a child.

Both are entitled playboy sons of northeastern wealth; both (in Michelle Obama’s words) were “afforded the grace of failing forward” as misbehaving, underachieving adolescents admitted to Ivy League colleges thanks to “the affirmative action of generational wealth”; both were reckless lifelong adolescents, both attention-craving philanderers and liars, both jerks.

Only one, however, dealt cocaine.

A lengthy piece in the Chronicle of Higher Education features a Pomona College English professor who thinks an interest in aesthetics on the part of a literature professor is not merely racist, but just about the worst racism in America: Trump racism.

It’s a disgusting claim, but useful to mention here, since it goes to the mindless (j’accuse MAGA racists of considering the formal properties of Liberty Leading the People!) but sometimes effective bullying that exists in more than a few departments/administrations.

The real point of the bullying in the Pomona instance is simply intellectual turf-protection: One professor is outraged that another professor wants to teach a course that trespasses on territory she owns, you see.

After all, if this professor truly cares about the work of Ralph Ellison (the writer in question) being broadly taught to the largest number of students, she will welcome additional courses on him.