Pffffffft.

Mick Mulvaney seems to take an unholy amount of glee in peddling shameless propaganda plus outright lies on behalf of the New Feudalism.

James and Lachlan need to tell Sean to zip it. Also too, they need to tell Ol’ Rupe (who apparently is still desperately defending Sean from the wrath of his princeling sons) to bugger off.

These men are royal shits. They’re just fucking evil. If there were a God, this would all be over in a matter of a few lightning bolts.

Try as I may, the only pity and compassion I feel here is for the poor creature this wretched little thug slaughtered, thereby establishing the mode of his own painful death. As for the Monteira hunts he staged for the amusement of the rich—I’m not saying I wish I could use packs of dogs to flush out herds of vicious,…

The right wing press is still just full on cheering because Donald didn’t bow to the Saudis like President Obama did (apparently the fact that he kind of curtsied instead doesn’t trouble them).

Rachel lives in a rarefied little world. Within the context of that world, she’s having her relationships and she’s speaking her mind. It’s complicated. The world is full of complicated relationships. Human affection is complicated. Sometimes there’s a sharp bright line between the personal and the political, and…

Poor little souls, all worn out from 2016, were actually expecting to be able to hibernate a few months longer, but Donald has screwed up so royally and Republicans are looking so surprisingly fragile in the generic Congressional match up polls for 2018, that the dark money troll-masters made them all wake up and get…

Every way in which this might have seemed at least vaguely understandable and evoked some fundamental sympathy—simply because no matter how avid we all are to be up in other people’s business, everybody has the right not to have the whole fucking world know all about the horrors of their private lives—is completely…

We would also make remarkable spies—who would ever suspect?— except our eyesight is lousy and we can’t run especially fast.

The day the orange fuckhead gets the boot is just the beginning of a long, painful, messy correction. It took us decades to get into this mess, it’ll take at least as long to get out of it.

I’m an old woman, which means that I’m an automatic and easy target of both ridicule and indifference. I have wrinkles and cellulite and blue veins on my legs. My hair is wispy and whiter than white. I have long since aged out of desirability and into the category of a creepy old joke.

Joe—who came into the House with the “Gingrich revolution”—is still adept in the Newtian dark arts of spin and smear, divide and conquer. He may just be messing with Donald’s head here.

That’s Manhattan for you. Real estate averages over $1700 a square foot.

Thank you. This is lovely. It has the voice of all the old Reds I was lucky enough to have known, back when I was young and they were already old. It all seems so long ago, and yet when you focus on it, it’s all surprisingly recent (at least by the standards of “history”).

What a spoiled little bitch this boy is. There’s something about growing up entitled and affluent. Like most of the 9/11 hijackers (deeply offensive allusion is entirely deliberate and on point), Spencer is a bored baby with wealthy parents, a sense of grievance that oozes like a running sore, and an empty space where…

Back in the day, I knew some fierce old Reds who had been, in their youth, organizers with Amalgamated Meat Cutters and later with the Fur and Leather Workers (precursors to the United Food and Commercial Workers union). They were exactly the people you describe, Eastern European immigrants who had come to this…

That’s Upton Sinclair, not Sinclair Lewis, but point taken. Upton Sinclair’s harrowing expose of the meat packing industry put people right off beef consumption at the same time it created tremendous sympathy for workers, and triggered major reforms in food hygiene as well as in how workers were treated.

She was terrific. They cast her, reluctantly, because Burt Lancaster (such a brilliant actor) had seen her on television and had an instinct she’d be perfect, cast against type.

Or find the 1960 movie version of it, with the great Burt Lancaster as Elmer Gantry.