not rabbit hole, wild hare hole

The poet and priest Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, better known as Lewis Carroll, who gave us Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, Through the Looking Glass and Jabberwocky, might be dying of envy if he weren’t already dead. Yesterday Trump effortlessly bested (or worsted) his shameful, shameless performance at the NABJ conference with a marathon prattle that, among many other absurdities, confused Willy Brown with Jerry Brown. The difference between the two men, Donald, is as simple and black and white. Willy is black and Jerry is white.

It’s a fool’s errand to do an inventory of all his standard lies, plus I have a lot of yardwork to do. But I can’t resist calling bullshit on his claim that the crowd at his January 6th rally (@ 57,000) was bigger than that at Dr. King’s “I Have a Dream” speech (@ 250,000). That’s just flat out pathetic. Aging Orange is flailing. His campaign can’t seem to land a punch on Harris-Walz. If it continues to try to Swift Boat Walz, Vance will have to explain what he meant when he said he was “lucky to escape any real fighting” during his Iraq deployment. And: the bone spurs.