Morning, Coriolanus ... I wonder when, whether, if that will sink in and, if. It does, will people who can affect these matters care? My guess is, no, they will not. One of my parents was an immigrant and found the level of selfish materialism in the US stunning and ever objectionable.

Putin has read Trump's excruciating neediness and is playing him like Jascha Heifetz worked his 1731 Stradivari violin.

"I'm not sure how she came to that conclusion"

Bondi absolutely reeks of corruption.

Bibi has a dome? I wanna dome! Gimme a dome! A great, very, hugely bigly big dome!! Made of goooooold!!!! A golden dome, Now! Me wanna dome!
~ Old Orange Wattler
Man, Plan, Canal, Lilliput

"EAT THE TARIFFS," Trump shrieks in his Norma Desmond incarnation.

Poor Old Orange Julius just doesn't get it, does he? Walmart is a publicly traded company with a management and board bound by fiduciary responsibilities which, oddly, do not include saving a senescent nutter's proverbial bacon.

#4
"The past was alterable. The past never had been altered. Oceania was at war with Eastasia. Oceania had always been at war with Eastasia."
George Orwell, 1984

Inside Old Orange Julius' head there unspools a rerun of "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" interspersed with random cuts from "Sunset Boulevard" and "Davy Crockett: King of the Wild Frontier."

I'll let you know. Soon. Maybe pretty soon. Maybe not. Possibly a little later. But you'll know when we have concepts of a ... a ... .plan. Yesss, we have to plan. Most people don't know this, but plans are important. Person, woman, man, camera ... teebee! That's like Honest Abe. You're not stoopid like that bimbo Saylor Twift. You know what I mean. No man, no plan, no canal, Panama.
~ Old Orange Julius
Beeg Poosie of Ooh Ess Aye

Been there, seen it.
Whuzzamattayou?
~ William L. Shirer
Deceased Journo

Ah, yes, the "first-person singular" folk: I, me, mine.
Period.
Nasty people, through and through.

I've never heard heard the term "86" used as anything other than a synonym for "-------."
Which is appropriate.
Fine when MAGAts use it, of course, but seen by them as literally unlawful when others do.
Sad, lonely, desperate for attention snowflakes.

Someone must've given Old Orange Wattles a new toy to distract him for his thrice weekly chembaths in the elephant enclosure at the DC zoo.

A few parting words from one felon to another.

#14
A car "driving around Florida"?
A car.
One.
Car.
One car.
In all of Florida.
Comprende, juevon?
Jayzus, Maria y Joe

#9
AU -
Do you recall the days when airports included machines where, pre-flight, you purchased a life insurance for that flight and posted the paperwork to whoever?

Many Afrikaners readily speak up for distinguishing between the terms "Afrikaner" and "Boer". In this model, white modernized South African folk (often descended from "Boers") are "Afrikaners," while "Boers" are basically hillbillies. These folks sound like Boers.

Yup, Old Yeller sure effed that one up.
Problem is, even after he's rotting on history's garbage heap ...
Nobody in their right mind will ever again trust the American electorate.

Sean Duffy, just another unserious, hapless mook randomly installed in Old Yeller's Cabinet of Mediocrities.

"After these first three tyrannical, lawless months of this presidency, surely Americans can understand now that Donald Trump is going to continue to decimate America for the next three-plus years. He will continue his assault on America, its democracy, and rule of law until the American people finally rise up and say, No more,'"Luttig concludes his excellent essay. "From across the ages, Frederick Douglass is crying out that we Americans never forget: The limits of tyrants are prescribed by the endurance of those whom they oppress.'"

#6
Weak try and a fail.

#3
Care to explain?

Old Yeller, his hair now dyed as white as a polar bear's beehind when contrasted with a deepening Oompa Loompa hue slathered onto his sagging features, propped-up at an odd angle once cinched into his girdle and thrust precipitously forward, teetering on those pesky lifts in his shoes, as he yammers and whines incessantly like Gloria Swanson in "Sunset Boulevard" ... yup, that's real masculinity for you, MAGAt style.

Were his paws visible and above the table at all times?

I've heard, perhaps from someone somewhere, maybe not, possibly so, that Old Yeller's moniker among real negotiators is "Beeg Poosie." Could've been an episode of "The Sopranos." Or last night's news.

He was a bum.