Saturday, July 29, 2017


I am saddened by the departure of Reince Priebus as President Trump's Chief of Staff if for no other reason than I had started to take an admittedly perverse pleasure in the "Battle of the D-Bag" tit-for-tat exchange he had engaged in with his arch-enemy, Anthony Scaramucci.  Not since Floyd Mayweather, Jr. signed his contract with Conor McGregor have I been interested in a fight between two people - not because I have a rooting interest for one over the other - but simply because it matches two combatants who will beat each other silly just for shits and giggles...while everyone in the arena roots for them to not stop. 

Admittedly, Reince versus "the Mooch" is a blood match one is more likely to find on the card at Hogwarts - perhaps between games of a Quidditch double-dip but nevertheless, every now and again even a slap fight is a source of entertainment.  And unlike Mayweather vs. McGregor, no one charged me $99.00 simply to watch it. 

Kudos to Ryan Lizza of The New Yorker for getting "the Mooch" to disclose Steve Bannon's secret identity. I had long wondered who was the legendary "Man from Nantucket" immortalized in limerick. 

Meanwhile, as the world paid attention to the latest silliness at DeGrassi Junior High's D.C. Campus, this happened.  

Eyes on the ball, ladies and gentlemen.  Let us all, including Yours truly, do a better job of keeping our eyes on the ball.  


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