Last week was terrible. The Callais opinion, the subsequent rush of Southern leges to gerrymander, and the Virginia decision knocked some people on their asses. I hate doom scrolling but there was no choice as the bedwetters and chicken littles were out in full force.

I understand the angst and agita. I have no problem with venting about the corruption that has taken hold of the Supreme Court. BUT the underlying political environment hasn’t changed. Team MAGA is wildly unpopular and remains on course to get blown out in the mid-terms.

Democrats need to win the popular vote by at least 4% to take the House. It’s happened before and it can happen again: In 2006 and 2018, Dems won by 8 points. Trump is even more unpopular than he was in 2018 and has the country bogged down in an unpopular war just like Bush in 2006. W at least acted like a wartime president whereas the Insult Comedian spends his time posting weird shit on social media.

Turnout is the cure for what ails us politically. The MAGA GOP wants us to be numb and despondent. Be defiant, not defeatist. Fuck Trump. He’s a loser. The Blue Wave is still coming.

That concludes this brief pep talk. Heed the words of Dorothy Fields as sung by Anita O’Day:

The Kaiser of Chaos is a poor excuse for a commander in chief. He’s acting more like the interior decorator in chief. Trump’s latest obsession is painting the reflecting pool what he calls American flag blue.

Costs for this dubious project have exploded from a cool million to an unlucky $13 million no bid contract to who? Trump’s pool guy? That’s right, he claimed to have hired his pool guy but is now crawfishing on that claim as costs and delays mount. I am not making this up.

The Insult Comedian claims that this tacky project will beautify the national mall in time for Independence Day. At least he’s not using goldleaf.

What kind of president prioritizes vanity projects over his war of choice? This one. He could care less that his war and tariffs have soured the economy and the public mood. The reckoning is nigh.

When I was younger, I could name all the sitting cabinet members. Those days are long gone. In this administration, power is centralized in the White House and in the hands of an unfit and unwell president. I had almost forgotten about Transportation Secretary Sean Duffy until he made some news this week.

Like the former host of The Apprentice, Sean Duffy is a reality TV guy. He made his name on MTV’s Real World series. He’s back at it:

“Transportation Secretary Sean Duffy has returned to his reality television roots, filming a cross-country road trip with his family that will be released as an unscripted series ahead of America’s 250th birthday in July.

“The Great American Road Trip” follows Duffy, his wife and nine children on what he calls “a civic experience” — and encourages other families to follow suit.

“The motto is: to love America is to see America,” Duffy says in the four-minute trailer, which dropped Friday. “It’s one of the most powerful ways to understand this vast, beautiful, complicated place we call home.”

Pete Buttigieg was a full-time Transportation Secretary. Sean Duffy is a full-time clown. Who thought this was a good idea? Americans expect cabinet members to be on the job, not on the road.

Finally, The Clownfish DBA Gret Stet Governor Jeff Landry had his 60 Minutes of national fame. The little man loves shooting off his big mouth for a wide audience. He was attired in one of his signature blue suits, which could give rise to a new nickname inspired by this ELO tune:

After Landry’s appearance, many on social media talked about his “Southern drawl.” Say what? The Clownfish is a Cajun so he sounds more like a Quebecer than a South Carolinian. Some would call Landry a coon-ass but that’s an ethnic slur. Now that I think of it, he’s a walking ethnic slur besuited in blue.

Here’s the only memorable exchange from the interview:

I am not making this up. MAGA maggots like The Clownfish excel in flipping Harry Truman’s admonition about responsibility on its head:

I’m feeling a bit slap happy after pondering this much MAGA malakatude, so it’s time for me to close.

Like New Orleanians, Cajuns are fond of endearments such as darling. The last word contains the phrase Landry should have used on 60 Minutes, darling. It goes to Professor Longhair, darling: