The death of silver linings.

Finding peace through schadenfreude.

We’re years into the fray. Bound up and limping. Blood caked gauze unraveling, clothing torn. We’re dragging ourselves metaphorically towards a distant line. Democracy in tow, careful not to lose more bits and pieces, severe dings and gashes along the way simply can’t be helped. Drag,… her… overrrrrrrrr tha line. Uhh.

We will make it.

Main stream media is depressing us. Bringing us the same news all day long, “the monster (climate, MAGA, Putin, shifting world power axis, Covid) is at the door. The tragedy is real. Today we wake to the news of Morocco hit with a devastating earthquake. We hear troubles scratching at the door. We hear it’s breath. The media isn’t wrong. They aren’t completely right either. After months of raising my fist, main stream media on my lips, the helpers in journalism that miss the point, never seem to say the magic words that will bring us to some movie fall in love nobody dies perfect ending. The rescue we hope for is not on our horizon in a meaningful way.

The guy or gal, that person over there in the caped outfit, also has a rotten cabbage on their head, runny tomato splouches too. From here to oh never mind. Thoughts of grandma tossing Molotov cocktails at the Russians makes me grin. Be Ukrainian. Fight for our lives. Not our actual life yet and hopes it never goes there. But our life, that life we love. What exactly is that? We better know now and cling to those ideals.

Where are the serious ones as focusing on the MAGA scene shows the right, or more accurately MAGA, swinging. Arms, legs, flagpoles, now donning suits, smoothing down their hair, stuffing bulging body parts into off business color suits and going to court. We are pushing back against their attacks through the democratic process of law. Big law. LAW in all caps. THE law. The type developed in days of Ancient Rome. Yes, we are still living in that civilization. It’s still our roots in an indelible way.

It’s an old and sturdy system. Perhaps developed as an earthly copy of the Greek gods predating Roman times, Zeus and family sending edicts from above. Speculation is dreamy in the powerful heavens but a needed tool to settle the outrages of life and getting along. Peace, the goal. The reason for being, for existing. The law is peaceful progress. For those who participate to the end, the goal is more peaceful moments, compliance and a hope for peace in the moments ahead. Some may be restrained till they comply. Peacefully or not is up to them. Hence the system of calculating stiffly the number of months and years you may be held out of society. One outcry, a month. Two, you get three because you were told not too again. Something to look at, rely upon for punishments, transgressions to the general peace we enjoy. Something to deter.

The images of Trumsters look as if they are fighting “back” as Trump states over and over, they way he manufactures a truth, which is different than the truth. Mid fight, it looks they are defending themselves if you don’t watch the whole bit from the beginning you wonder, you might think by the screams they are being attacked rather than the attacker.

Pete Navarro, a former presidential whisperer and his plight of open stupidity is simple. A open and shut case which adds a heaping helping of schadenfreude to it all and thank you. Navarro in a grand gesture of defiance (Freedom!) failed to obey two commands to produce 1, himself for questions he might have answered with “I assert my 5th amendment right to thumb my nose at you and your proceedings” and 2, to produce documents, to Congress in their quest for truth in the January 6th hearings.

He stiffed two U.S. Congressional subpoenas. Loudly, he said, it was to protect EP (how I wanted that to be Elvis Presley) aka Executive Privacy, ..principle.. extended play... Executive Privilege, (huzzah) exercised (in TFG’s only exercise since 1965) has silenced Navarro for Trump, the man who won’t be quiet or even hesitant. If only he would be, his sins would be forgiven and we could simply move forward. But no. Well, turns out Former may not have weighed in on this particular guy. No paperwork. No recordings. Zip. Pete?? Who was he anyway? Coke a cola guy? Omelette guy? Golf club fella? Peter didn’t merit a cough. Instead, he was left to the wiles of Anarchy Princess and our schadenfreude. By the way, the guy that tries to appeal to Princess is a paid for guy. Looking neutral but there to have Navarros’s back. No one else is there for support I’d add.

The Princess is of course, correct. Bannon who is in a similar position to Navarro is appealing his verdict which is delaying his arrival to prison to sere his four month sentence. Navarro could be looking at two years. And so worth it for all the sassy stuff he's shown us, I’m sure he’ll agree.

We will dutifully follow the documents case through every step. From White House to box to helicopter to bathroom. Follow these sneaky little dudes as we seek to grasp them from the wind. Chased by FBI, police, lawyers and thieves we will follow and photo and track and circle till the Hogan’s Heroes crew throws the final net over their incompetent jailers. And in news from the ever vigilant Scott MacFarlane who covers the courts:

Another simple and pure example of their failings is clear in the saga of Mark Meadows and where he has led his life. It puts the shock in our German origin word of twisted glee in a glob. Schaden, harm and freude, joy, are smashed together in typical German many letters fashion to create a perfection in personal giggles as we gaze upon a boob in self harm motion so pitiable, all we can do is feel good about ourselves.

If this is our fate, for the moment. I’ll embrace it. If only, but among the frail ones and the stupid ones are the evil ones. Which brings us to an honorary MAGA of import. So big and looming we forget the cloud is not night but Elon Musk instead. Twitter.com it still is, no matter how he calls it X and X it is as we would like to X him away. A side hustle to his cars and more. The more is what we need to see in case you missed it. Elon of crazy kooky stuff. That awkward self aggrandizing genius of small mind and heart chose to… well, in a few words, Keith Olberman explains in his podcast.

And we have to strip Elon Musk of his security clearance and all government contracts; a Russian propagandist goaded him into shutting off the satellite phone system he gave the Ukrainians when Ukraine needed it the most. Musk feared it would precipitate a "Mini-Pearl Harbor." Or, did he say "Minnie Pearl Harbor?" 

True. Scary at best. That makes Musk effectively commander of something. If he can turn the switch on and off to the communications Ukraine depends on effectively being an overt friend to Putin and his agenda of denazification or are we ok with the word genocide now? The funny man doing quirky awkward things. He’s actually something else.

The service, the U.S. government contract he was awarded, that we as tax payers pay him for is somehow at his caprice and whim? I’d like a rethink on that, ay what Pentagon people?

Precious moments.

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