Matt Schlapp, an important Republican, has been accused of sexual assault. Normally this would not bother the party of Donald Trump and Pete Hegseth, but Schlapp made it all icky and dirty by sexually assaulting men. Will the party be able to go back to saying, “Nothing queer about *our* rapists”?
One thing from my libertarian days that still makes sense is that in a democracy one vote can theoretically change what everyone has to do. A system that can make almost half the people miserable is deficient and should be used only as a last resort.
Rump didn’t get a mandate; whether he got a majority is debatable. The problem is that the US is split down the middle (like a tuchus, as an old family friend would say) and we don’t know how to deal with that.
Rep. Anna Paulina Luna (R-FL) said she wants Congress to question key investigators of John F. Kennedy’s assassination – including physicians who examined him and members of the Warren Commission.
The figure-skating world suffered two losses yesterday: the Potomac air crash and the death of Dick Button, a great skater and then a great skating commentator.
Back in the Seventies there was a part of Central Park that was famous as a place for gays to meet for quick anonymous sex. One night a group of alleged human beings decided it would be peachy keen fun to go there with baseball bats and do some literal gay bashing.
One of the victims was Dick Button. He was a network TV star and America was even less sane about sex than it is now, so when the perps were tried, they said that they had somehow wound up hitting random bystanders and poor Mr. Button somehow got in the way.
Fortunately he recovered and continued on his career until his death yesterday. The Times published the official story of the beating in the obit but also noted that one of his survivors was his [male] “longtime companion,”
Bernadette used to review horror & crime books for my zine under the title of “Morbidity & Mortality Report.” I am sad to see that rump has suppressed the original as part of his program of keeping as many of us as possible sick and ignorant.
One of the dubious ideas I got from Stranger in a Strange Land is that visual art must tell a story. As I evolved to a more YKIOK view of all the arts, I took out the part about “must” but conceded that my kink resembled Jubal Harshaw’s. So I like Rockwell and Hopper. But the stories don’t have to be straightforward, so I also like Dali and Magritte.