Thursday, December 29, 2022

Pottersville Digest


     "Résumé embellishment" is how Republicans lie these days.
     So what's his response? Kidnap reporters in Palm Beach for other stories.
     "How is it possible that when this person finally gets caught, they don’t slink away in shame, but rather lash out defiantly and simply refuse to face any consequences?"
     Where does it say that Republicans are even remotely capable of feeling shame?

     Bobo's dive bar is going to be a Mexican restaurant. Irony is another dish best served cold.
     I guess it's pretty tricky arranging those conjugal visits.
     Like that poor man and his family haven't been through enough? His son committed suicide a couple of years ago.
    I'd still like to put that theory to the test and go back to 1945 and give Fred Trump a condom.
 #TimeTravel

     George Santos admits his real name is George Constanza and that he's an architect who's friends with Jerry Seinfeld. He also invented Festivus.
     Florida Man, the world's worst superhero.

     Oh, please, dear man, do it!

     Like any bullet could penetrate those fake tits.
     You live in Africa, you racist assholes. Did you honestly never expect to see black people?

    Your Karen o' the day. And finally...

     Yes, toilet paper. Musk got rid of the toilet paper.

Wednesday, December 28, 2022

Top Ten Least-Known Falsehoods About George Santos

      Over the last week, many revelations about Congressman-elect George Santos (NY-3) have come to light, including verifiable proof that he never attended Baruch College, attended Horace Mann, worked for Goldman Sachs and Citigroup, ran an animal rescue charity, is Jewish and perhaps even that he's gay. Yet, as we await the next shoe to drop, there are more revelations that have already come to light that had not received as much coverage in the media. What were they?

10) Having received the Presidential Medal of Freedom from President Ben Franklin.

9) Averted national calamity by stopping the financial panics and depressions of 1873, 1893 and 1929.

8) Slipping back in time to 1888 Whitechapel to kill Jack the Ripper.

7) Proud graduate of Trump University just before that fraud was exposed.

6) Was once briefly the roadie for the Village People.

5) Uncredited cameo in Schindler's List.

4) GEDmatch and 23andMe established relation to Moses.

3) That he is a carbon-based life form.

2) That he was originally cast to be Buckaroo Bonzai before being elbowed aside by Peter Weller.

1) No truth to the rumor he is in reality a hologram beamed to earth from somewhere in the Horsehead Nebula. OK, maybe he's human-ish.

Tuesday, December 27, 2022

Interview with Ed Leahy

Kim Brady, third generation NYPD, returns to the job after her father's recent suicide and catches a career-making case–a mass shooting in Manhattan's Meatpacking District.

     There is one eyewitness, Leanne, but she can't come forward because she's transgender and she fears coming out. Kim resists her lieutenant's demands to force Leanne's cooperation for personal reasons. She's also being undermined by someone inside the department who is tampering with evidence, threatening the other witness, stalking Leanne…” -Part of the synopsis for Past Grief, a Kim Brady novel.

This month, we wander closer to home. Alright, much closer to home as we profile fellow Queens native Ed Leahy. Ed spent many years as a tax accountant before our numbers guy turned to letters by trying his hand at fiction.

15) Ed, did your years spent as a tax accountant prepare you for a career writing thriller novels?

Not directly, no. But it did provide me with an insight into interrogation and fact-finding techniques, especially my years working for the IRS. And I’m always startled when some tidbit of my work experience raises its head in one of my stories.

14) So, what gave you the idea to create your protagonist, NYPD Detective Kim Brady? Is she based on a detective that you know, an amalgam of them or is she purely a work of invention?

As I was developing the idea for Past Grief, I wanted to create a detective faced with a situation in which typical police interrogation techniques wouldn’t work. That led to the idea of a lone eyewitness who couldn’t be forced to come forward and who had a compelling reason to stay hidden. Enter Leanne. And I decided my hero detective needed to be a woman who could relate to Leanne’s fears. So, in a very real sense, Kim and Leanne created each other.

13) So, what motivates Kim Brady? What makes her tick? What makes her such a compelling detective?

Kim is driven, virtually unstoppable once she is on to something. At the same time, she has serious vulnerabilities beneath the surface, mostly a product of a rocky childhood—divorced parents, difficult mother, and a father who spent much of his time as a detective outside the lines.

12) What do you consider to be Kim’s strengths and weaknesses?

Kim has a passion for the law (people often tell her she should have been a lawyer, a sentiment that annoys her) and for seeing cases to their conclusion. She has excellent instincts and a nose for facts. She also has made a number of friends at her various posts of duty that she can rely on when she needs to pull a favor. And she stands up for herself, a trait that often alienates supervising officers, something she needs to keep a close eye on. Her childhood experiences have left her skittish about marriage and child-rearing, subjects which cause her to turn inward rather than outward.

11) When you were a boy growing up, who were some of the authors you read and had any of them gone on to inspire your work?

The first author to make a serious impact on me was Ernest Hemingway, when I had to read The Old Man and the Sea the summer before my freshman year in high school. Later in my teens, I read James A. Michener’s Tales of the South Pacific, and later went on to read most of his novels as well as nearly everything he wrote about writing and publishing. I loved how Michener always made the setting almost a character in his stories, and I suspect my tendency to do the same with New York City stems from that.

10) Describe your happy writing place.

I tend to be an early riser, and my wife is not. So, I prefer writing in the morning when things are quiet in our Jackson Heights apartment. If I’m rushing to meet a deadline, I may work at different times of the day, but then I always have headphones on—usually classical, preferably Mozart or Bach. Although, when I was writing Enemies of All, the first novel in my new series about Kim’s grandfather, Dan Brady which is set in the early 1940s, I listened to a lot of swing, regardless of the time of day.

9) You’d written on your Amazon author page that the restaurants you and your wife dine at often pop up in your novels. What are some examples?

One is Tournesol, a French Bistro on Vernon Boulevard in Hunters Point (Queens), around the corner from the locale I used for Leanne’s apartment in Past Grief. We’ve been there many times and have never been disappointed. We were glad to see it survived the pandemic. Two other restaurants mentioned in Past Grief, El Puerto de Acapulco in Corona, and the Dorian Café, just down the block from Tournesol, did not. In Enemies of All, I use Gallagher’s Steakhouse on 52nd Street in Manhattan as a favorite locale. It’s still there, and my wife and I enjoy it.

8) When it comes to your thriller fiction, what are your dos and don’ts?

I try to keep both my characters and their problems believable and relatable for the reader. I like to have challenges pile upon challenges, and to have twists that are both unexpected and inevitable. Keeping the writing lean is important to me, and so I often combine action and dialogue, with dialogue tags at a minimum. I avoid long, narrative passages.

7) Are there any plans to write another series entirely or a spinoff series that’s part of the Kim Brady universe?

Enemies of All, the first novel in a new series about Kim’s grandfather, Dan Brady, will be released on May 18, 2023. Dan pioneers cooperation with other police departments and the FBI in two cases, one involving a serial rapist who murders a Sunday School teacher in the Bronx, and the involving a suspected ring of Nazi sympathizers who may be behind a string of anti-Semitic crimes across the city and who may be involved with a German effort to land saboteurs on American soil. Both cases are inspired by historic events.

6) Plotter, pantser or plantser?

I sometimes refer to my “picnic table method”. I set out the basic concept of the story—a beginning, and ending, and a few details in the middle, perhaps a subplot or two. Then I start writing. But as I progress, I learn new things about my characters that influence the events that surround them, and I get new ideas about the events of the story that have significant implications for my characters. In some cases, entire new subplots occur to me, and at that point, I stop writing, go back, and make changes to the basic concept document. But everything remains nice and loose until I’m ready to lock it all in, just like when you build a backyard picnic table and don’t tighten any of the bolts until you’re ready to tighten all of them.

5) Have you ever thought about writing in another genre and/or something in a different, more exotic setting? Or does murder in New York City do it for you?

I actually wrote a historical novel about Cuba before I ever decided to write crime thrillers. But I couldn’t get anyone interested in it, and, looking back, it really wasn’t ready for publication. I was at a writer’s conference when I decided to change direction, and it was the best thing I could have done. One of my beta readers occasionally urges me to go back to the Cuba novel, and at some point I probably will.

4) Scandi Noir was big even before Stieg Larsson came on the scene. What lessons do you think Scandinavian authors have to teach that their American counterparts ought to learn?

I haven’t read any Scandi Noir. I suppose now I must!

3) Describe your typical writing day. Do you draft in blank journals, a laptop, both and do you set word goals? If so, what are they?

I don’t set word goals, per se. I typically pursue writing activities for three or four hours in the morning. That could be researching, editing, planning, or writing. If I’m editing, I keep a notepad handy and for keeping track of what needs to be done, and I usually print out the first draft of a work to mark up. I also read through aloud to review, as well as using WORD’s read-aloud function. My project concept document is on WORD, and I keep various lists (e.g. characters) on EXCEL spreadsheets. All of this is on my desktop in our living room, but I back files up to OneDrive so I can access them on my laptop if necessary. I don’t set word count goals. I remember reading that Joseph Wambaugh made certain he wrote 1,000 words every day, regardless of quality, but I can’t work that way. I usually don’t even pay attention to daily word count, although an exception was when I wrote the latest book in the Kim Brady series, Proving a Villain, in which everything came so fast I was writing 3,000 words per day, sometimes more, and I finished the first draft in 6 weeks, a record for me.

2) I noticed you use a photograph of old New York as a cover photo on your Twitter account. Are you thinking of trying your hand at historical fiction?

Historical fiction was my first love.

1) What’s next for Ed Leahy?

After the new Dan Brady book is launched, the fourth book in the Kim Brady series, Judgment of Beasts, a political thriller, will be released in November of 2023. I’m also working on a second Dan Brady novel.

If you’re interested in learning more about Mr. Leahy’s work, please follow the links below.

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Past Grief: A Kim Brady novel

Pottersville Digest


     Shut the fuck up, snowflake.
     Boy, you can smell the flop sweat all the way from Arizona.
     Your Brad o' the day.
     Uh, "may have blown opposition research"? This is the worst vetting since the Trojan Horse.
   It's in their nature, if not their best interests, to hate each other. When you have right wing paramilitary groups with such a razor-narrow focus and agenda, eventually they'll see things in other right wing groups they loathe and despise. We saw the same things happen in the bunker as the Red Army closed in and surrounded Berlin. It's in the nature of right wingers to eat each other. And all I can say is, "Chew faster."

     IOW, more magical thinking from the right wing. Ho hum.
     Vicious motherfuckers. Then again, we shouldn't expect anything more or less from these Nazis.
    Shorter MTG: "Give me my committee assignments back! When I get back from my ill-timed vacation in Costa Rica..."

     This is hilarious stuff. First, I read the GOP Secretary of State for Nevada was ghosting Trump now this. That's why Trump's raging like an out of control toddler. He's finding out how much he was hated and shunned.

     Elon Musk: "Let's see- how can I be even more of an insufferable douchebag? Oh, I know...!"
     That's some seriously dedicated misanthropy.
    So, bottom line, he's an elderly bottom feeder who's too lazy to work and is trying to live off Daddy's legacy.

     Mention of Italian space satellites in 3, 2, 1...
     Yeah, it's Christmas. Screw Russia.
     This, coming from a guy whose testicles are in a jar on Putin's desk.
     Greg Abbott really is a piece of shit.
     "As a measure of their commitment, Sawall and Cook mutually pledged to give their lives for the cause, and according to the government, Frost made 'suicide necklaces; filled with fentanyl for the three men. Sawall swallowed his necklace during a traffic stop in Columbus, Ohio, according to court filings, but survived."
     These idiots are so stupid, they can't even commit suicide like good professional Nazis. We should do something about that. And finally...

     So, that's all it takes to fuck up a mainstream media outlet, huh?

Monday, December 26, 2022

Happy Boxing Day!

 (By Cyril Blubberpuss, Conservative-American)
Bah, humbug! Yes, I'm cribbing from my favorite literary hero of all time. What the hell's the sense of calling it Boxing Day when I can't find even one good boxing match on TV outside of ESPN Classic? Isn't that guy Rocky Marciano still boxing? What about that new up and comer, Cassius Clay? What's a corporate titan to do to watch some fisticuffs? I was reduced to bringing up a couple of those pantywaist Nancy Boys from Accounting to duke it out in my office.
     One of my English counterparts at Barclays told me that Boxing Day is in reality when the 1% give out bonuses to their hired help in gift boxes. I told him that was a fucked up idea not to mention a cruel pun on boxing. I mean, what the fuck good is getting a Christmas bonus after Christmas? And what's this shit I hear that it's only observed in England and Canada? I mean, weren't we Americans the ones who inventing boxing, to begin with?

     Of course, my kid brother Cecil would rather opt for junior high boy's wrestling matches except for Cecil, every day is boy's junior high wrestling day. 
 
     And Bertha? Well, I just can't keep her out of those bars where guys generally don't go, especially the ones in Greenwich Village that feature jello and mud wrestling between just women on Wednesday night.
     And I can't even count on a good political dead-catting. My friend Donald Trump announced his candidacy for the presidency just a few weeks ago and so far, not a single limp-wristed pencil neck from the Republican Party has the guts to take on Trump two years before Election Day, which shows just what a dominant candidate he is.
     Just before Christmas, I flew on my private jet down to Palm Beach to see my old friend. What I saw when I got there alarmed me. Donald was in his bathrobe, climbing the eaves and cornices, playing the part of the Phantom of Mar a Lago and piercing my eardrums with cat-like screams.
     After he was talked down by the Palm Beach Police Department (Since it was almost Christmas, they were kind enough to forgive him for partially eating a Cuban chambermaid named Rosie, especially after he tried to buy the grieving family's silence by offering them discounted NFTs of himself as a nude Ron Jeremy), he was sufficiently recovered enough to dress in his golf outfit and we played the front nine.
     "I dunno what the fuck it is, Cyril," he said to me as he took his third consecutive mulligan from the rough, "it seems the only people who want to fight me these days are black women lawyers."
    Well, he didn't exactly say "black" and "women" but we live in an age of liberal fascist political correctness and that goes double for the execrable Nazi that runs this left wing sewer of a blog.
     Anyway, after my friend Donald beaned one of his Secret Service agents and made a fist pump while saying, "Bullseye! That's as a good as a hole in one, right, Cyril?", we continued our talk.
     By now, Donald's scorecard looked like a chicken full of ink had shit all over it but I said, "Yes, sir!" like a good Republican as we headed to the 19th Hole.
     "Take that black woman in Georgia who's going after me," he said without actually saying "black" and "woman". "That was the most perfect phone call since Capone ordered the Saint Valentine's Day Massacre in '29. They didn't get him for that, did they? No, he was stupid and they got him for tax evasion," he said, his face scrunched up in disbelief as he played the air accordion.
     "Well, sir, I'm sure other Republicans will stupidly jump into the fray when they decide it's time to get mauled by you in the primaries," I said.
     "Yeah, like L'il Marco and that fucking alien, Rick Scott. I wouldn't put it past that old crow Mitch McConnell to throw his hat in the ring with Coco Chow standing behind him."
     "Well, sir, your campaign's been a bit... moribund," I replied.
     "What about the Bund? Sh, that'll come later."
     "No, sir, moribund, meaning they're saying your campaign lacks energy."
     "Oh, the fake media? Fuck them! I'm playing rope a dope with the others, lulling them into a sense of false security. Hey, think I can eat that waitress?" Then he ripped off his sweaty golf clothes as he chased a screaming waitress, As he took to the rafters with another cat scream, a document labeled "Top Secret" about some alien invasion that's going to take place on New Year's Day 2023 fluttered down. After wondering if Rick Scott had a hand in that, I left to go back to New York.
 
      I wonder if we can resurrect the true meaning of Boxing Day, which is bribing women with little chocolate treats so they'll beat the shit out of each other for male approval. Hey, maybe Donald can run on that while he's not trying to consume female employees.

Sunday, December 25, 2022

From Our House to Yours, Redux

     Yes, it's the obligatory Christmas dinner food porn. Deal. As usual, we had pork loin, mashed potatoes, mashed cauliflower, corn, stuffing, gravy, black olives and a nice Reisling Spatlese. Before I curl up to bed and watch It's a Wonderful Life, I'm going to see if I crank out 1000 words toward my new novel.
     What did I get? Two shirts, a kickass pair of thermal socks, a Red Sox hat and other goodies. Of course, that doesn't include a blank journal I didn't need but couldn't resist.

Happy Holidays

     I'm about to clear my kitchen table and start Christmas dinner for Mrs. JP and me. I may pop in later with the end results. But in case I don't get the chance, I wanted to wish all of you a happy holidays.

What the J6 Report Doesn't Tell Us

 
     Unlike a certain jolly old elf who seems to get better at it year after year, those of us Santa surrogates feel our age and reluctantly admit that it gets harder as we get older. Oh, I wrapped all my presents this year after a $412 excursion with Number One son at Wally World yesterday and placed them under the tree with, more or less, care.
     But it just seems to take more time as one gets older. Either that, or hours get subtracted from each day as we get closer to Christmas. Didn't yesterday have 25 hours or was that just my beleaguered imagination?
     That goes with keeping promises and all the miles to go before we sleep. And just yesterday, I promised you all a post about the 800+ page report that was dropped yesterday by the J6 Select Committee. Between that and the lengthy Executive Summary and that report, we weren't treated, as far as I know, to any earth-shaking developments. But it still deserves a fair hearing even on a political blog in the wilderness such as this one.
     And, a promise is a promise.
     First of all, we know that Trump expected to be swaddled with 10,000 National Guardsmen as he marched to the Capitol, despite the fact that the DC National Guard only has about 1200 members and that, in order to reach that freakishly large number, Trump would've had to poach Guardsmen from Virginia, Maryland and other surrounding states.
     Of course, he didn't want them for protection- He wanted to turn the National Guard into a Praetorian Guard, a massive show of force to show Congress that they'd better think twice before "stealing" the election from him. Trump, after all, according to Cassidy Hutchinson's testimony, infamously told a Secret Service agent that "they're not here to harm me" right before his infamous speech at the Ellipse.
     The proposed 10,000 member show of force was meant to be just that- a show of force. Give me my imperial crown or else.
     We learned that, not long after the election, he put Sidney Powell on mute and laughed at her as she incoherently babbled on about Italian satellites changing votes from Trump to Biden.
     Trump knew back then it was all bullshit. As had been reported months ago, Trump had once admitted to an aide that he knew he lost. He just didn't want anyone else to find out he'd lost. As if that was a national security secret on a par with who really killed JFK and what really crashed near Roswell in early July, 1947.     
     But to me, what's been vastly under-reported is a fact that got scant coverage in the MSM when the rest of the revelations came out- The fact that the Secret Service actually sought a way to get Trump to the Capitol safely. Yes, they actually looked for a way whereby they could get him there, which would have been akin to adding a sulfur kicker to a thermite bomb, which would turn it into a much higher and more destructive thermate bomb.
     Then they decided they couldn't do it while still looking good. So they took Trump back to the White House. In other words, as far as Trump's Secret Service protective detail was concerned, the Capitol was Plan A. The White House was Plan B.
     It joins a growing list of questions to revelations that were given extremely short shrift in the worthless MSM. Such as, how did Alex Jones and friends know exactly where to stand in the middle of Mike Pence's proposed motorcade route if he'd gotten in that limo? Only two law enforcement bodies knew the details of that theoretical route- The DC police and the Secret Service.
     Who fed them that information?
     Were the metal detectors taken down at Trump's order at the Ellipse? No one's ever answered that question, have they?
     And how did the rioters know which windows to break through at the Capitol? Only about a dozen weren't reinforced and yet that's precisely the ones the rioters went through, out of the nearly 600 in the Capitol building.
     Who tore out Rep. Ayanna Presley's alarm system in her office before the riots even started? Why did the Senate Parliamentarian's office, where the electoral college votes were stored before certification, get trashed the most? As with the location of the Capitol's unreinforced windows, who fed them that information?
     How did they find Majority Whip Jim Clyburn's office, which is difficult for even Capitol veterans to find?
     Enquiring minds want to know. Because the J6 final report isn't noteworthy for what it tells us as much as for what it doesn't tell us.

Friday, December 23, 2022

The Night the Lights Went Out in Massachusetts

 
     Here in Hudson, we don't have a power company like most people. We have a trust that's publicly-owned and, absent the profit motive as with other electric companies like ConEd and Eversource (formerly NStar), power outages are rare because we simply have a better infrastructure than most towns.
      Tonight, after doing all my Xmas shipping tonight like so many other Johnny-Come-Latelys, we lost power all over town for two and a half hours. On the rare occasions we get a blackout, they usually manage to get us back online after a half hour or less but tonight the linemen were battling 65 mile an hour wind gusts, which was probably the culprit.
     I was going to write a post until my laptop and cell phone batteries died, specifically on the 34 transcripts released by the January 6 Select Committee (and there are nice little stocking stuffers embedded within to supplement the 865 page full report that dropped today).
     But tomorrow I'll be sure to write something about it in addition to all the stocking stuffing and wrapping gifts and dropping off of others so rest assured your porcine pundit is still laser-focused on the assclownery o' the day.
     So, until then, stay warm, stay safe and have a happy holiday.

Thursday, December 22, 2022

The Worst and Not So Brightest

     Fans of the first iteration of Murphy Brown (not the dreadful and ill-advised comeback season) may well remember the episode, The Best and Not So Brightest, in which Wallace Shawn's character Stuart Best decides to run for Congress out of Arizona's 7th District.
     Best won his election but not without a lot of help from ultra, super right wing groups "that have shot people in soccer stadiums". Right before the disastrous TV interview that ends his nascent political career, Best informs Brown that his "investors" want a "return on their investment" in exchange for those "$600,000 checks". 
     His position paper, in 1995, was a tour de force of comedic writing. His white supremacist supporters expected him to espouse during the television appearance positions such as deporting even legal immigrants and not just the undocumented ones. They wanted him to say that "slavery is such an ugly word" and it couldn't be denied it was beneficial to the American economy, that underage girls should be forced into arranged marriages. Pretty soon, even Best's mainstream Republican colleague turns on him.
     The Stuart Best episode was one of the best moments in the history of television and the last half of the episode was a masterpiece of over-the-top writing. And, for 1995, it was over the top, because, after all, no one would ever espouse forced, arranged marriages or deport legal immigrants, right? Bring back slavery? Outrageous!
     We were so innocent 27 years ago.
     And that brings us to George Santos, newly-elected congressman-elect out of New York-3.
     For the last several days running, Santos, proudly billed as the first openly gay Republican non-incumbent to get elected to Congress, has been embroiled in one scandal after another. The scandals involve the fact that Santos hardly said a word on the campaign trail that was factual.
     He said he worked for Goldman Sachs and Citigroup. But neither bank has any record him as an employee. He said his company had lost four people in the Pulse nightclub shooting in Florida until research into the lives of the nearly four dozen murdered victims revealed no connection to Santos or his business entities. He said he was Jewish before a deep dive revealed no one in his family was. And he cynically ran on being gay before it was revealed he was married to a woman. He said he was a landlord. He wasn't.
     It's difficult to understand why these revelations are coming out now and not before the election, as we saw on a nearly daily basis with Herschel Walker in Georgia. Why wait until two weeks before he's going to be sworn into the 118th Congress? How could such a complete and utter fraud, a career criminal who'd once stole a checkbook belonging to one of his mother's elderly patients in Brazil and write bad checks all over the place, get democratically voted into what used to be one of the greatest deliberative bodies on earth?
     It makes you wonder how this crook and liar is about to become one of the most powerful people on earth and why no one did any serious vetting of this guy. Why didn't the Democrats in NY-3 do any opposition research? And didn't the Republicans do any oppo research on him? It seems the Democrats fell asleep at the switch and the Republicans, even if they made a better job of it, simply ignored or were to prepared to spin his countless lies in case he was ever challenged on them.
     But he wasn't. And that's my point. And now the Democrats have to play a game of catch up that they're doomed to lose because, unlike the Stuart Best episode, there will be no do over, no recall. And New York-3 is stuck with this serial liar for the next two years.
     We dodged a bullet with Walker but not so with Santos. But the plain fact is, we've been dodging bullets that have been striking the body politic for decades. In Best's home state of Arizona, the voters had sent to Capitol Hill psychopaths like Paul Gosar, who openly canoodles with neo-Nazi white nationalists like Nick Fuentes who 27 years ago on Murphy Brown was a punchline, and Andy Biggs, a January 6 insurrectionist.
     But, fear not- Santos said he'll tell his side of the story... one week from now. It's hard to imagine what he could possibly say that'll set things right or why it would take him a week to divulge the actual facts of his life that wouldn't involve more lies that will also be easily debunked.
     The only bright spot in this parallel between America in 1995 and America in 2022 is that Arizona's 7th district is represented by Ruben Gallego, a pretty decent progressive who's slowly positioning himself to be Kyrsten Sinema's opponent two years from now. Yet the fact that such an obvious, palpable fraud like Santos is getting into the House takes away that warm fuzzy feeling that Gallego's district is in safe hands for now. That goes double for the fact that the Arizona delegation alone had already successfully shoehorned extreme right wing criminals who were once figments of the imagination of sitcom writers in the 90s and who, unlike Stuart Best, never showed the slightest amount of shame or remorse for their extreme positions.

Pottersville Digest


     Piece of shit. He gave Mnuchin his marching orders then Mnuchin gave the IRS their marching orders.
     Vacuums with cameras? Pictures of women on toilets that get put in Facebook? This is outrageous.
     Gee, what a shock.
     Let's take a stroll down Memory Lane, shall we?

     Sen. Blanche Dubois (R-I have always relied on the kindness of rent boys with a fabulous gift of discretion.)
     Shorter Drew Ferguson: "Y'all didn't do what I did, did you? 'Cuz that would be illegal."
     A man with "a gun and a dream".
     At this point, if this fool said he was a carbon-based life form, I'd disbelieve it.
     Donnie Dumbo loses in court yet AGAIN.

     Meme intermission.

     Henceforth, let her be known as Kellyanne Conjob.

     "Unconstitutional" to whom? Right wing rapists like their client?

     "The call is coming from inside your house."
     Violent psychopath and crook with no law degree made judge in Nevada. (Tip o' the tinfoil hat to Constant Reader, CC)

     Time to get out GREEN EGGS AND HAM again.
     "Zero tolerance", eh? (2nd tip o' the tinfoil hat to Constant Reader, CC) And finally...
     Thank goodness the Russians are so slow and stupid. The punchline: The children weren't there. The village saved them.

Wednesday, December 21, 2022

Donnie's Bigly Horrendous Week, Part II

"We’ve never had a president of the United States stir up a violent attempt to block the transfer of power. If we are to survive as a nation of laws and democracy, this can never happen again.” -January 6 Select Committee Chairman Bennie Thompson (D-MS)
(By American Zen's Mike Flannigan, on loan from Ari)
As I'd written just a fortnight ago in this august publication, a hyperactively serial career criminal like Donald Trump will inevitably face comeuppance several times in a day. And today, the beneficent Gods of Circumstance have obliged yet again and given the Al Capone of right wing politics reasons to look over his rounded shoulders.
    Today is the winter solstice, the shortest day of the year but, for Donald Trump, it may prove to be the longest. And this clusterfuck of days actually got a head start on Monday when the January 6 Select Committee held its last hearing and unanimously voted to submit four criminal referrals against Donald Trump and others against John Eastman to the Department of Justice. This, of course, is a first for anyone who's ever occupied the Oval Office.
    The four referrals to the Justice Department were for: conspiracy to defraud the federal government; obstruction of an official proceeding re Congress’ certification of electoral votes and conspiracy to make a false statement. Those are some serious charges, to say the least, and one must assume that the Committee wouldn't have unanimously voted to make those referrals unless they had an airtight case, considering its unprecedented scope and severity.
     Obviously, a series of criminal referrals means the Justice Department can blow them off but neither can the DOJ treat this lightly. Remember, no president or former president had ever been referred for criminal charges by Congress. Plus, don't forget, Jack Smith is conducting his own investigation into the matter and will be, at worst, a reliable backup.
    The fact that the J6 committee even did that, let alone unanimously, shows one the crimes were many, they were severe and rose well beyond the level of the merely conspiratorial. A conspiracy is a illegal act committed or planned by a small or relatively small group of conspirators. Several of these criminal or borderline criminal acts involved, literally, almost half of the House of Representatives and I'll leave it to you to determine which half that was.
     Regarding his role in the referrals, John Eastman, author of the now-infamous "coup memo", whined about the "absurdly partisan nature" of the investigation and insisted the committee didn't address the gaps in security. That's a hill he doesn't want to die on as Trump sat on his hands for three hours and seven minutes and, even though he had the exclusive authority to do so, never once called out the National Guard.
     The 154 page Executive Summary came out yesterday in advance of the 1000 page report and is bolstered by 1200 interviews and countless thousands of hours of testimony culled almost entirely from Trump aides, Cabinet secretaries and other administration officials. One of the nuggets unearthed in a CNN exclusive was that a Trump lawyer, Stefan Passantino, tried to get Cassidy Hutchinson, the star witness of the investigation, to mislead that committee (who just took a leave of absence from his law firm, presumably, so he could spend more time with his own lawyers).
     Something a totally innocent guy would do.

I'm the Tax Man (for the 99%)
Yeah, I'm the taxmanAnd you're working for no one but me.- John Lennon, Paul McCartney
Also in the House yesterday, the powerful Ways and Means Committee, the chief tax law-writing committee in the lower chamber, voted to release Trump's taxes for a six year period, specifically 2015 to 2020, which neatly encompasses the period between the year Trump declared his candidacy to his final year in office. As I write this, these tax documents have not been released but that's not to say that there weren't any revelations on the tax front.
     For starters, we learned that Trump has been lying all these years about not being able to release his taxes because he was under audit. It's true he'd been under audit since 2009 but a funny thing happened on the way to the West Wing- Trump wasn't under audit his first two years in office as was mandated by federal law through the Mandatory Audit Program that's been law since the Carter administration.
    It ought to be stated that the 40 page report released by the nonpartisan Joint Committee on Taxation told the American people time and again that it has no investigatory powers. In fact, it states as much on page one which states, "(W)e express no opinion regarding whether any adjustment, or increase or decrease in tax, would have resulted if these issues had been pursued on examination."
     Still, the committee used its big cartoon hand pointing to several areas of interest. One of them was that between 2017 and 2020, the first and last year of Trump's squattage in the Oval Office, he declared no taxable income, despite making a total of $800,000 during those two years. Yes, Trump paid no taxes whatsoever in his final year in office and just $750 his first year.
     Not only that, but in 2016, Trump had the nerve to claim just $978 in wages despite making large real estate deals, licensing agreements, dividends and so forth. So, how did this happen? Well, let's  let Digby take the mic and bring it home:
     "John Koskinen, who was IRS commissioner during Trump's first year as president, told the New York Times that he knew nothing about all this. The committee's report obliquely suggests that it might be a good idea to vet individual agents more carefully, mentioning the 'substantial discretion an I.R.S. revenue agent possesses in conducting the audit of presidential returns and the absence of guardrails to ensure that such employee is not subject to undue influence by a president or his representatives.' After all, such an agent might turn out to be a Trump loyalist, like Beverly Hills tax attorney Charles P. Rettig, who defended Trump's decision not to release his tax returns in a 2016 op-ed — after which Trump appointed him IRS commissioner."
     Again, something a totally innocent guy would do.

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