Oh, stop. Just stop. No more.

Except for the fact that I would be herding goats, not cows (my grandfather was a cow farmer—the stories put me off cows for life: whereas goats are completely adorable), I am right there with you.

One of the bravest people in America. It is always a perilous thing to tell the truth in politics—especially now, at this moment of through-the-looking-glass right wing loonery and racist violence, two evils with which Representative Lewis is all too familiar.

The Fascist Internationale is being surprisingly kittenish about their antics, considering how lethal the implications are for all of us. I suppose this is in part because men like Steve Bannon have brought Breitbart/Gamergate tactics to this cut-throat, international political game.

Don’t be so critical of our magnificent political press. At least while they were dragging Hillary down with partisan speculations filtered to them on a daily basis by men like Steve Bannon, Jason Chaffetz, and Peter Schweizer (virtually all of which turned out to have no foundation in, you know, reality, or fact,…

I can’t help wondering if CNN honcho Jeff Zucker (once Donald’s executive producer at NBC)—a notoriously horrid man who bent the rules of journalism until they snapped in his hands in order to give Donald a friendly hearing at the network throughout that farce of a campaign we all endured— still proudly displays that…

Chuck Todd needs to explain to Seth Meyers how real journalism works. I mean, the very idea of putting a Republican operative on the spot like that, and asking, you know, real questions, and then asking follow ups, and not letting the operative get away with saying whatever Frank Luntz bumper-sticker happens to roll…

Yeah, Comey. I mean. Jesus. There are no words, and Comey’s damn lucky there is no God.

Ask John Roberts or Samuel Alito, or any Republican nominee to any position in government since about 1994, when the party completed its ideological shift from ordinary mainstream American political party to front organization for the dark money right.

D’Amato sounds exactly like my late father in law, also a native of Brooklyn. The old man would also have had a tantrum if he hadn’t liked his placement on a plane. New Yorkers are not of this world.

What do I want you to say? Anything you like. It’s a free country. Or at least, free-lite. Until the 20th.

Every time somebody begins a comment with the words “funny how,” I know that whatever follows, it is not going to be funny.

It’s all too true. But the tendency of large populations in failing democracies is not to make the right set of choices at any point, even after they hit rock bottom. Rock bottom is the point when they get out the rock-smashing machines, and break through to the level below the rock.

How weird is it that I worry about Donald less because I think he’s a mere figurehead for a deeply corrupt institutional apparatus which won’t let him do undue harm?

Jesus, Assange and the boys have really gone all Matt Drudge, haven’t they? I half expect these tweets to shriek BREAKING!! and flash some sirens, except that would use up way too many characters.

You think this is a puff piece? I think it’s a hit job. It sure doesn’t make Hillary look good, and it probably isn’t intended to. When that idiot Bruni refers to “revenge and redemption” it’s kind of an accidental, stream-of-consciousness reflection on the Times itself.

“Don’t mourn, organize.” It’s a phrase that comes out of a time (just a century ago—a surprisingly recent moment, in historical terms) when strong, courageous men and women were being rounded up, beaten, deported, imprisoned on trumped-up charges, sometimes killed by officials or by hired thugs working for the…

Let me refine it to say they reinvented him as a decisive and clever executive, a natural leader. This was an image they polished and buffed assiduously over the years: because before that while yes, most of us had heard of him, it was only as a kind of zany, scandalous celebrity name that cropped up in the headlines…

NBC is Donald TV. They invented him. They created his image. He is president-in-waiting only because NBC devoted millions of dollars to phonying up a public persona for the orange son of a bitch, starting with The Apprentice and moving on to The Oval Office, Season I: The Peacock President. Even Donald’s staunchest…

Yes, “shut the fuck up” pretty much sums it up for me. This is the kind of bogus cleverness that always ends up outsmarting itself and screwing the rest of us. As it has in this present instance.