I awoke this morning feeling unproductive. It may have had something to with the 32 ounces of frozen margarita I imbibed last night. To paraphrase an old beer ad: Great taste, not so great feeling. Whiskey and beer are my jam, not tequila.
Shorter Adrastos, I’m feeling unproductive this morning. Did I say that already?
I may rally before the Friday Cocktail Hour but Charlie Pierce has bailed me out with this headline:
Ron Desantis’s Devotion To Trump Makes Brian Kemp Look Like Adam Schiff.
Both Florida and Georgia have governors who won close races against African American opponents. Kemp was helped by some good old-fashioned voter suppression and his refusal to resign as Secretary of State during the campaign
Neither DeSantis nor Kemp would have won without Trump’s support. Hence their endless sycophancy. They’ve both fiddled with the books to minimize the impact of the pandemic in their states. So much for the latest iteration of the New South. To paraphrase, H.L. Mencken: it’s the Sahara of the Trumper Bozart.
This tweet from the peerless Mr. Pierce set NOLA Twitter ablaze but left me nonplussed:
Been there, done that with Buy Us Back, Chirac. Pick up the phone, Macron doesn’t have the same ring to it.
The last word goes to The Champs: