Well, Coriolanus, I could not help but smile. I was there in the early 1980s, visiting NYC from out of town. A friend who was gay (still would be except he's deceased) got a wicked grin when explaining he was gong to take me to a "special place," no, really, it would be okay, blah, blah. Had no idea what he was babbling about. Standing in the line outside the club waiting to get in, looking around at the rest of the folks - AIDS really hadn't hit too hard yet, so this was a loud and proud crowd, easy with being there - well, it was an image that could have fit in well in an early Woody Allen movie. I survived intact, found the experience not my cup of tea but fascinating.

If he discuss the effects thermal burn puffing has on a huffer's voice it's just possible he might be able to slink towards doing something positive, for a change.

This is what happens when Yale lowers its standards enough for a DEI lifer like Vance: he gets the prestige, we get his prancing and posing.

The out-and-about homoeroticism among Trump and his fanboys is weirdly reminiscent of a trip to NYC's "The Saint" nightclub in the early 1980s. Except for the suits and ties. Otherwise, expect a crowd, lots of noise, and the occasional gentle ass-grab somewhere along the way. Oh, and "The Village People" - lots and lots of that.

Nothing legally wrong with being part of an old man's harem, boys, but, hey, loosen up.

Well, he sure got it.

Well, first off: Trump exhibits no interest in exposure to the truth. He seems to practically waddle-run from it in a panic, like a cockroach from a light but somewhat slower.

And then there's the matter of the people with whom he has freely decided to surround himself: suckups and fluckups totally beholden to him who he bills as "the best." That they can actually deliver those quiveringly Norkish declarations of fealty to him at cabinet meetings - and he can sit there smugly taking their ritualistic displays of humiliation in - says a lot about the state this country is in.

As usual, the US demonstrated it has the tech and firepower to blow up lots of stuff. Winning wars? That's a whole other department.

And as for those pesky quagmires?

Historians are going to have a ball writing up this march of folly. Especially since they will find resounding echoes in some ancient memories.

Does Corey come with it?
(What a cuddly pair!)

Someone please hand this boy a hanky to wipe his lips.
They'll never be clean, but at least he'll be able to pretend better.

Couldn't have done it without a compliant and complicit congressional majority of pathetic baa-baas.

According to the chronicler Herodotus, around 550 BC the Lydian king Croesus (as in " as rich as") consulted the Oracle at Delphi as to whether he should invade the Persian Empire. That visionary told Croesus if he attacked Persia "a great empire" would be destroyed. Croesus, unbelievably wealthy and full of himself, took that as a go-ahead signal, attacked Persia, and in the end became the last king of Lydia.