I picture Nunes as some sullen, acidic character in a Dickens novel. Maybe a lawyer in BLEAK HOUSE.
Has William Kristol changed his tone over the years? I remember him as a snide anything-conservative-apologist on several different political commentary shows. He had this irritating Cheshire-Cat smile, also described as a (blank)-eating grin. Trump must be scaring the boots off him — and George Will, too. Maybe even the shade of William F. Buckley Jr. is restless.
The line from “I, Claudius” is often quoted: “Let all the poisons that lurk in the mud hatch out.” So, are we in the Tiberius, Caligula, Claudius, or Nero era? How soon might we get a Marcus Aurelius? And would such a one be truly what we need? Emperors, kings, dictators — humans always slide back on the greased pole with Democracy the prize at the top.
They might say a party-wide Act of Contrition and as penance recite the U.S. Consitution ten times. Then “Go and sin no more.”
This whole scenario with Trump and his sycophants reminds of the scene near the end in “Starship Troopers” when the Big Bug shambles out and all the little bugs scurry around it.
Republicans would do better to keep Jim Jordan in his cage. His continuing performances as the snottiest congressman alive can’t be helping them at all. Muzzle that guy, and take up a collection to buy him a suit coat.
No, I think it was his cool hair-do, plus his strange El Greco resemblance to Roddy McDowall. Anything else, should probably stay private between them.
I admire the skill with which you fit long multi-syllabic words into your rhymes (here, “obfuscation”)
If memory well serves me (and it doesn’t as well as it once did — if it was a waiter, it would get a very small tip), didn’t I once challenge you to rhyme a very long word — “floccinaucinihilipilification”?
And you DID IT! I was impressed then, as I continue to be with your rhyming abilities.
I should have attributed the shell of these rhymes to Longfellow’s “I Shot an Arrow Into the Air.” I meant to do that at the beginning, but forgot before I submitted the Comment. (I surely wasn’t going to type it over!) I bet it seemed somehow familiar to you but you j-u-u-u-st couldn’t place it.
And up toward Heaven he did glower
(As did from Babel Nimrod babble),
And he did thus to thrill his rabble:
Trump shot a bullet lie into the sky,
He aimed at God, but hit a guy
Who bravely stood on 5th Avenue —
That guy was Law, Trump almost slew.
Trump spewed more lies into the air
That landed just ‘bout everywhere.
None could tell where they all landed,
But his motley crew around him banded.
Long, long after, when Law had mended,
His bullet wound been well attended,
Trump’s lies in fecund minds did still nurture,
Breeding trouble for the future.