I usually complain about the weather on Saturday but full tilt summer has arrived in New Orleans. I’m trying not to swoon. The sheer volume of blogworthy items has me swooning as well. It’s hard to keep up with everything, but I’ll give it my best shot.
Let’s begin with a June tune, co-written by Hoagy Carmichael with versions by the songwriter and the great Nina Simone:
Cassandra wrote a swell post about the California vote count controversy. So good that I abandoned making Spencer Pratt malaka of the week. It’s okay, I was only doing it to revive a nickname from my New Orleans past: Pratfall. Spencer Pratfall has a nice ring to it.
The nickname was first applied to then New Orleans councilmember Renee Gill Pratfall. Longtime readers consider it one of my finest sobriquets, which is a fancy synonym for a nickname without strings or some such shit:
The 60 Minutes mishigas continues. Scott Pelley gave his first post-firing interview in which he revealed what nefarious shit Bari Weiss wanted him to include in a story about Minneapolis:
And about four hours after our deadline, Bari Weiss sends an email to my boss, Tanya Simon. Two of the things in the email include, can we make the protesters look more violent? Now, I’m paraphrasing. I don’t have the quote, but that’s what was communicated to me. And the other thing, Renee Good’s car. You need to describe her as driving toward the officer.
This is not what you see on the video. On the video, you see the officer standing slightly off the front of the car. And you clearly see Ms. Good’s wheels turned completely as far as they will go, away from the officer. But he shoots her in the head, kills her, and says something about her that I can’t repeat in polite company.
This gives the lie to Bari Weiss’ claims that she’s neither political nor a MAGA maggot. Who are we supposed to believe: A standup guy like Scott Pelley or Bari Weiss?
Weiss continues to fail upward: There are rumors that she’s in line to destroy CNN next if the Paramount-Warner merger is approved. It makes me nostalgic for the days when anti-trust laws were enforced and monopolies broken up.
Morley Safer was always my favorite Sixty Minute Man. His daughter Sara wrote a piece for The Guardian wherein she describes how CBS stood up to Lyndon Johnson when he tried to get Morley fired for telling the truth about the Vietnam War. It took place approximately 60 years ago before Morley was an OG:
Charges against Chicago’s Broadview Six have collapsed due to prosecutorial conduct so egregious that grand jury transcripts have been released for public perusal. Amateur lawyers keep calling this unprecedented when it’s rare; almost as rare as signs of intelligent life among MAGA influencers. Make that bad influencers:
Back to the Broadview Six grand jury. One grand juror really rocked the proceedings:
Are you actually presenting any new actual facts or just a different viewpoint on your side?” one grand juror asked, after some discussion.
Mecklenburg replied: “I’m feeling the skepticism already,” before asking: “are you going to be able to listen with an open mind? Tell me the truth.”
“No,” the person replied. Mecklenburg told the juror to “go,” before the person added: “I heard this case like last week and I thought it was a crock of shit then and I still think it is.”
That goes for most of the retribution cases brought by the MAGA DOJ, which should doom Todd Blanche’s promotion to Attorney General, especially since he’s the fuck up responsible for fucking up the Epstein Files release and running the cover up. Will the Senate GOP’s YOLO Caucus reactivate to vote against this mendacious mook? I have my doubts. Stay tuned.
Repeat after me: Todd Blanche is a fuck up.
JD Vance is trying to distance himself from the Epstein Files fuck up by painting himself as Mr. Transparency in a NYT article about the mishigas. Vance is also distancing himself from the Iran War, which brings to mind a venerable Yes song:
Finally, there’s a Nixon revival on Instagram. I am not making this up. The Nixon Library is trying to make Tricky Dick look cool when he was the antithesis of cool.
Tricky *was* sick but not in the cool kid sense of the word. You know what makes me sick? This ahistorical attempt to rehabilitate the reputation of the only president to resign the office in disgrace then admit guilt by accepting a pardon. In a word: Sickening.
The last word goes to Stevie Wonder:
