Chamberlain brought an elegant comedic touch to his role of "Aramis" in Richard Lester's The Three Musketeers (1973) and The Four Musketeers (1974). Those films brought out the best sort of theatrical "ham" in its stars, especially Chamberlain and Frank Finlay ("Porto's").

Barron Trump, reporting for duty, Sirrr!"

This is not going to "blow over."
Trump represents pretty much everything a lot of folks absolutely detest about America and many Americanos.
You put an incurious, poorly educated, psychologically wrecked, hateful and resentful clod in the WH and this is what you get.
From now on, we will be barely tolerated.
Trusted?
That's definitely gone.
"It'll be different next time" won't work anymore as an excuse.
It's as limp as "the guardrails will hold."

When a government endorses and pushes ignorance while denigrating knowledge and expertise you're no longer on a train; you've hooked up with a sewage barge.

He did some good work, braved going on stage, seemed to pretty much stay out of the scandal sheets minding his own business and leading what sounds like a good life. Kudos, especially in that business and at that time. RIP.

Not sure, but word is he's sometimes called upon to blow into the breathalyzer when Pete's feeling a bit off his mark.

#9
Still obsessing on an old man's --------.
Weird.

For younger folks with marketable talents/skills, consider a place where people take the idea of a social contract seriously.
America, simply put, is no longer trustworthy in that department.

It's Deseret, kinda like Jake's Chinatown but different.

Does Pugnacious Pete have a minder who monitors his behavior vis a vis booze? I'm curious, because both he and Kennedy, a decades-long heroin junkie, act conspicuously weird, even for members of a Trump cabinet.

Poor Elise thought that cushy UN gig was a done deal, sewn up, in the bag. She even went out and got herself a make-do make-over so she could meet and converse with people not keen on being seen in the same room with MAGAt flip-flop foppery with its assorted signage and flaggery. Alas, now it's back to MAGAtland and red-white-and blue flip-flop foppery. So it'll be the usual drone of yee-haws and yahoos for Elise instead of that tinkling dreamland of sweet mercis< and gritty realpolitik. Sirely Mencken would smile, at least a little.

Colonel Chivington will be by momentarily to clear out the National Museum of the American Indian.

"You don't need to be a military expert to know that what the administration did is unconscionable any more than you need to be a meteorologist to know that the sky is blue. It requires only a willingness to speak honestly about serious matters."

That task is evidently beyond the ability of the members of our national security team. Instead, they have lied. They have mocked. The national security adviser, Michael Waltz, has called Mr. Goldberg "scum," even though Mr. Goldberg took more care with sensitive military information than Mr. Waltz did. The head of the F.B.I. has not promised an investigation. Mr. Trump dismissed the affair as a "witch hunt." They have treated this as a media event to be spun rather than a grievous error to be rectified.

Given Senile Norma's problem of lacking what appears to be an actual first language, was he trying to tell us he's been fertilized?
In which case ...
Paging President Leon, cleanup in the Oval ...

Musk is hoping his assistant president's April tariffs on cars and parts will boost Teslas's market share in the US.

It was never a "liberal" obsession, always just another soo-ee aimed at the MAGAt sty.
And it worked like a charm.
Oink, oink, little piggies, oink, oink.

Okay, we've seen how Pete Hegseth behaves while (allegedly) sober.
How about we just let him do his thang, go with the flow ... be himself.
You know, (unallegedly) women assaulting jackeroo drunk.

Senescent ignorant, self-obsessed, mendacious, incurious, jealous, insecure, unbright, and lazy.
Whataguy!
!

Petty, dumb, and short-sighted.
There's a lot of that in history.
But this crew of broken babies?
Ho boy.

Made it just in time for hurricane season, Sun, Jun 1, 2025 to Sun, Nov 30, 2025.

---------, spectacles, wallet, and watch ...

Sorry, peones, but you're just about at your use-by date.
Simply put, other than for demos and riots, Mr. Trump really doesn't need you anymore.
Not when he sold himself to Leon and the greater and lesser plutocrats and oligarchs.
Nice ride, buh-bye.

PS You do know he thinks you're stupid, right? Why's that, do you suppose?

Another one of Trump's failed white guy hires.

You're Howie Lutnik!

The mad king brain blurping yet again.