CORIOLANUS ... Your Hoffa story reminds me of two episodes from filmdom.

The first is when Tony Soprano orders Tony B and Christopher to hoik on over to Uncle Pat Blundetto's farm in Kinderhook, New York, and remove three bodies. (The Sopranos "Cold Cuts" episode.)

The second occurs in Good Fellas as Henry, Jimmy and Tommy excavate the rotted remains of another gangster. Henry pukes while the others remain unperturbed, Tommy shouting: "Hey, Henry, Henry, hurry up, will you? My mother's gonna make some fried peppers and sausage for us!"
Jimmy Conway: Oh, hey, Henry, Henry! Here's an arm!
Henry Hill: Very funny, guys.
Jimmy Conway: Here's a leg!
Tommy DeVito: Here's a wing!

All that's missing is: "Here's Hoffa!"

What an actor's actor. I'd forgotten how much stage work he did prior to getting into films; it shows, on a good way. And he made it look so simple. A true craftsman in a lonely art. And magnificently done. RIP.

From the NYT obit:

From early on, Mr. Duvall enjoyed the life of a supporting actor. "Somebody once said that the best life in the world is the life of a second leading man," Mr. Duvall told The Times. "You travel, you get a per diem, and you've probably got a better part anyway. And you don't have the weight of the entire movie on your shoulders."

Trump sure is determined to see that those Epstein Files he whipped his mob up about stay largely buried.
If it yawls like a sick old dawg, it's Old Yeller again.
Never heard anything, don't know nuthin, the most ignorant man in the world.
But once, they were very good friends.
" ... and may every day be another wonderful secret."
Indeed

Borrowing the words of Fielding Mellish, spoken in a different context, Trump's Epstein Coverup really is "a travesty. It's a travesty of a mockery of a sham of a mockery of a travesty of two mockeries of a sham."

"Picklebrawl."
Kudos!

The folks living there just a few years before fell victim to "American Exceptionalism."

Good on Beshear.

Until he gets straight on that $50K cash in a bag, Tom Homan's words are just the babbling of another goon who emerged from the Border Patrol cesspit.

The reason these goons beg for protection is because they know they do us harm in service to a criminalistic regime.
They know we hate what they are doing.
And they are afraid.
Very afraid.

Brownshirt mofos.

Junior really is a perfect fit for Trump's Republican Party Freak Show.

T-squared, L-squared

I'd ask how your Internet Poster Tourette situation is coming along but ...

"Isfahan is half the world."

If Trump was your friend, you'd probably take him aside and explain it to him as gently as possible. As a friend, you owed him the truth; as a friend, he would expect no less.

But that won't happen. Because Trump has no friends.

TWINPAC
Re your work with first time writers, I do sincerely wish you well with that. There's the requirement of honesty on your part, as well as (oftentimes) some diplomacy. Folks can feel pretty naked on that page. If they can separate themselves from the words they put on the page, step back a bit, they are really on their way. I recall a photo in writer Brendan Gill's memoir of life at The New Yorker of a page of a writer's manuscript examined by famed editor Harold Ross. Lots of scribbles in the margins and a scrawled shout: "WHO HE?" Somewhere along the way the writer forgot something: the reader.

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Thank you for your service, Pfc SNAFU.

Not even close.
~ Miss Scarlet
~ Colonel Mustard
~ Mrs. White
~ Mr. Green
~ Mrs. Peacock
~ Professor Plum

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You on a roll, girl!

A whole 6 GOPers voted to overturn Trump's tariffs on Canada, when such a vote will not actually accomplish anything of the sort?

Wow, hold the presses on the next edition of Profiles in Courage.

"My wife was with me, as were my four children and nannies. I had another couple; they were there as well, with their children. And we had lunch on the island. That is true. For an hour. And we left with all of my children, with my nannies, with my wife."

Such an odd statement. Almost as if attorneys parsed each word before Howie offered up his torturous explanation.

"My wife was with me, as were my four children and nannies ... .And we left with all of my children, with my nannies, with my wife."

Gee, Howie, sounds like you did a count. Good for you. Whataguy!