I'm Not Doing My Job Tonight

     And, if you're in this shitty avocation, I'd urge you not to, either.

     What's the sense? We know that tonight's State of Union will be densely packed with lies, bile and nastiness. He'll probably whine about the 2020 election, tell us the economy is the best of all time, brag about bombing Iran (and probably spilling military secrets), boast about bringing law and order to Minneapolis, rag on Democrats and Republican RINOs, squirt sewage at the Supreme Court for taking away his favorite ball: His cherished tariffs.

     Or, he just may decide to punch the microphone for 90 minutes, growling and scowling incoherently to the delight of Mike Johnson and JD Vance (or whatever fake name he's going by this week). It's all the same thing.

     Back in the day, regardless of who was president, regardless of their political stripe, I felt an obligation to cover the SOTU in real time. But that was when we actually had real presidents delivering the State of the Union and not frauds like Bush or Trump.

     But what's the point?

     Instead, I would urge you to watch the first season of Daredevil Born Again and parse the similarities between Wilson Fisk and Trump. Watch Kingpin's speeches and you'll hear Trump speaking, only with the superior diction and gravitas of Vincent D'onofrio.

      Republicans will give him countless standing ovations like Italians from a century ago gave Mussolini. Right wing pundits will proclaim this as the greatest SOTU of all time. Some things never change. And what can one expect from the guy who told over 30,000 lies during his first term?