It's the Day's Day of Days! Because I Confess.
...There's something quietly astounding in how completely unfocused Muir is five months into Trump 2.0. It is, at heart, the same problem that he had the first time around, but multiplied. He has predicted triumph and been granted farce. DOGE unwound even as he was proclaiming it the bee's knees. The war in Ukraine that he kept insisting was just a Democrat grift has... well, kept going. The bill to keep Trump's worthless tax cuts may be advancing, but it's also a toxic stew where the GOP decided that yes, yes, they were going to stick their hand in the pot of boiling water. And so we keep switching between things like this and Muir looking for things to complain about.
Anything to distract him from stupid reality.
I'm having a hard time with the increasingly lewd scenarios discussed in the Peanut Gallery--not because I've got any kind of problem with lewdness, but because, again, we get accused all the time of being the perverts, while these are supposedly the straightlaced, highly moral citizens. I know to expect it, but the hypocrisy still gets under my skin.
ReplyDeleteOh, certainly. While a great deal of Muir's stuff is pretty risible, it'd still be worth nothing more than an eyeroll if Muir and the Peanut Gallery didn't also spend their times declaring themselves pure and virtuous souls surrounded by decadent degenerates.
DeleteAt its most extreme, that manifests in the fact that these people revel in lewd speculation about Bill Clinton's entanglements with Epstein, and sneer and cackle all day long about "Pedo Joe" -- for which there's literally NO evidence, but are completely blind and deaf to the MOUNTAINS of publicly documented evidence that Trump is not only a significantly more prolific creep than even Clinton, but that he has MUCH more extensive associations with Epstein. Like, MUCH more extensive. Including the largely (and stunningly) ignored existence of those tapes of Epstein himself telling Michael Wolff all kinds of damning shit.
DeleteThey just....I don't even know how to describe it. Block it out? Ignore it? Dismiss it? Rationalize it somehow? I don't know. I don't know what's happening cognitively. I don't know how they make it work.