DC has always had a ‘dumb vllain’ problem. The Penguin, the Riddler, Two-Face (They haven’t dared touch the whole superman ‘Bizarro World’ thing). They thought they stumbed on a good thing with Joker a dozen years ago but they’ve beaten the character into the ground.

Trump’s got the hollow-eyed stare of someone who peered into his own grave. He probably figures ‘If I don’t get reelected and escape the law I might as well be dead’ so he has nothing to lose pulling these stunts.

This series should be listed among those ‘It would’ve been great of only it didn’t have those later seasons’ shows. I liked spunky working class Lorelai. Not so much after she incongruously became owner of a million dollar luxury inn. I liked overachieving schoolgirl Rory. Not so much needy neurotic college girl Rory.…

You’re out of touch. The Biden allegations turned out to be a payoff disinformation scheme, like that time when the right wing got caught red handed trying to bribe someone into claiming Robert Mueller, of all people, sexually assaulted her.

At this point I wonder if his political handlers are actively trying to kill him. Get him out of a hospital sick bed to weakly pose at a conference table. Get him out of his hospital sick bed to do a drive-by of some trumpanzee supporters. Drag him from his hospital sick bed and return him to the WH because they don’t…

I don’t have much to report on pop culture today. I binge-watched through episode 10 of ‘Do You Like Brahms?’ from SBS TV. I’m enjoying the series but there are far too many fortuitously overheard conversations used to push the plot along. The world of this series has as much privacy as a German youth hostel.

R.I.P. grumpy cat.

Or the blood-thirsty Macbeth who believes that no man of woman-born can kill him. But there’s always a loophole.

It all depends on when you start the story. If you start January 2020 we begin with rumors of a novel virus spreading in distant Wuhan wile Trump rages on reckless and unconcerned.

I like the Greek tragedy idea of the virus being and agent of Nemesis, especially since Trump is a literal Greek-style Tyrant. Another attribution could be ‘pathetic fallacy’ where human feelings are ascribed to inanimate things like the weather. In this case it would be ‘Covid-19 takes revenge’.

After I had typed that comment a news report came out reporting five people infected, all from the first two rows of the same WH rose garden event, everyone packed elbow-to-elbow.

This is interesting for more than one reason. Hathaway has entered the ‘dangerous years’ for a Hollywood actress, a passage that many well known actresses don’t survive. She’s hit 37, the age in which women in Hollywood either transition to character roles or die. If you think this isn’t a real thing remember Cameron…

His plan all along was to die of old age before he was ever brought up on those outstanding rape charges, corruption charges, tax fraud charges, perjury charges, etc etc. etc. It may just come sooner than he expected.

I don’t think I’ve publicly wished him dead. At least I don’t think I have. I may have come close, though.

In 1981 there was the film ‘My Dinner with Andre.’ In 1987 we got Spalding Grey’s ‘Swimming to Cambodia’. This was the era of the shambolic narrator whose monologues seemed to inadvertently stumble into universal themes. I’d place the 1979 film ‘Return of the Secaucus Seven’ in this category, which was very much John…

Sounds very much like a recently dropped friend of mine, too.

Covid-19 symptoms start mild, then get worse, then get worse... I recall doctors’ anecdotes of patients being rushed into ICU after walking into the emergency room off the street, chatting on their iphones.

Trump’s already been transferred to the hospital and his symptoms are rapidly worsening. I would not lay odds on how this is going to turn out. British PM Boris Johnson escaped death-by-Covid by the skin of his teeth and he’s 18 years younger than Trump.

I’m one of those countless Americans who, the first time I heard the phrase, thought it was referencing the old Star Trek episode that starts with Chekhov showing off his antique six-shooter, a gun that would feature later in the plot. Both literally and figuratively Chekhov’s gun.

I have never directed my henchmen to rip suckling infants from the arms of their mothers and sent them off to detention camps. Claiming that wishing ill on a bad man is equivalent to being bad is like saying wishing Bin Laden dead is the same as perpetrating 9-11.