What if instead of “I am the Walrus,” The Beatles had sung “I am the Retribution”?
Just doesn’t have the same goo-goo g’joob, does it?
Or what if instead of “I am the way, the truth and the life,” J.C. had gone with, “I am the Retribution”?
The Retribution. For what? You lost an election.
“Retribution.” “Eradication.” “Censure.” “Enemy.”
This is getting a little bellicose, doncha think?
I’m thinking this would be a pretty fun name for a garage/alt band. “Little Donnie and the Retribution.” Three chords, tops.
You think that comparisons between what’s going on here now and what went on in 1930s Nazi Germany are over-the-top? Really? Do you know that if I lived in Florida, I’d have to “register” Radically Rational with Ron DeSantis?
This is just too good. Fox “News” has based its empire on lies, and appealing to those who not only tolerate lies but demand them. That has never seemed to bother Fox. In fact, Fox has flouted it. But now Fox executives are freaking out because they got caught telling the truth. They were guilty of An Actual Act of Journalism. Fox, correctly, declared Biden the winner in Arizona before any other media outlet did.
Then the Fox Freak Out went into overdrive. “Oh, crap, we can’t be the ones to break the news to our sheep!” We’ll lose them to Newsmax! Whose fucking idea was it to tell the truth?”
It went this far on election night. Fox thought about “retracting” their truth, because truth is off-brand. They figured it might be better to just issue a retraction and take the heat than to stand by the facts.
“Mea Culpa. We’re sorry. We reported the truth. Hey, nobody’s perfect. Will you forgive us? We’ll never do it again.”
But Tucker Carlson is at it again. Yeah, I’m sure that if you pour over 40,000 hours of Capitol security video that was gifted to you by your executive producer, Kevin McCarthy, you can find some frames of momentary and isolated peacefulness
So that in any way negates or offsets the violent atrocities the rest of the video documents?
Tucker is like a three-year-old who pulls his blankie over his eyes and head and then declares, “You can’t see me!”
The hell we can’t.
Today’s Tuesday Term: Domestic terrorism. It’s what’s for dinner.