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Russiagate Open Thread: Saturday Night Cold Dish


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“But wait,” cries the Mad Bitcher, “Some of us love chum!”…



Root for injuries

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Wednesday Morning Open Thread: The MH370 of Presidential Speeches

Okay, I try to keep this Early Morning Open Thread positive, and yes there are a half-dozen other stories worth discussing. But Murphy take the wheel, the Oval Office Occupant’s televised “rally” last night well and truly broke all previous records — even for this guy.

If Richard Nixon had been given access to Xanax, Ambien, Twitter, and his own personal broadcast network, he couldn’t have put on a more delirious spectacle. Somewhere Hunter S. Thompson is telling himself What an imagination I’ve got
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America First! (Surely we’ve heard that slogan before.)

Like a team of horses under one driver, one whip!
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Always on the record

Axios is getting fed a line of bull:

The White House chief strategist has told associates he never intended to do an “interview” with an editor at the American Prospect, a left-wing publication.
Bannon has told associates that he admired the author’s stance on China, and so called the journalist, Robert Kuttner, on Tuesday, to discuss his piece. Apparently Bannon never thought that the journalist might take his (very newsworthy) comments and turn them into a story. It’s Anthony Scaramucci all over again (minus the curse words.)

Bull.

I’m a health policy analyst with some press contacts but I am a virtual no one in the grand scheme of things.

I know that everything I say starting with “Hello” is on the record unless both parties specifically agree that a conversation or part of a conversation is either off the record, for background or not for attribution. Yes, I know that some of my comments will never be printed. Those are often comments regarding how freaking adorable the puppy pictures on Twitter are but everything can be printed.

Several months ago, I was in DC for work. I try to get my work down and I also try to meet with people I talk to on Twitter so I can put names and voices to Twitter accounts. I arranged a coffee with a reporter. We met and as soon as I finished stirring my coffee, the reporter had a tape recorder out just in case we discussed anything super interesting. Did that shape how I expressed some ideas? Yes, but we still had a great conversation and we both came out of it with a better understanding of the other. That’s life when talking with a reporter.



Cartman in the Oval Office

Update Thank you to Adam for finding live footage of Trump’s current Cabinet meeting:



Shelley Levine

Even the conservative National Review has Trump pegged:

He has had a middling career in real estate and a poor one as a hotelier and casino operator but convinced people he is a titan of industry. He has never managed a large, complex corporate enterprise, but he did play an executive on a reality show. He presents himself as a confident ladies’ man but is so insecure that he invented an imaginary friend to lie to the New York press about his love life and is now married to a woman who is open and blasé about the fact that she married him for his money. He fixates on certain words (“negotiator”) and certain classes of words (mainly adjectives and adverbs, “bigly,” “major,” “world-class,” “top,” and superlatives), but he isn’t much of a negotiator, manager, or leader. He cannot negotiate a health-care deal among members of a party desperate for one, can’t manage his own factionalized and leak-ridden White House, and cannot lead a political movement that aspires to anything greater than the service of his own pathetic vanity.

He wants to be John Wayne, but what he is is “Woody Allen without the humor.” Peggy Noonan, to whom we owe that observation, has his number: He is soft, weak, whimpering, and petulant. He isn’t smart enough to do the job and isn’t man enough to own up to the fact. For all his gold-plated toilets, he is at heart that middling junior salesman watching Glengarry Glen Ross and thinking to himself: “That’s the man I want to be.” How many times do you imagine he has stood in front of a mirror trying to project like Alec Baldwin? Unfortunately for the president, it’s Baldwin who does the good imitation of Trump, not the other way around.

Read the whole thing, but only if you have the brass balls it takes to sell real estate.



Late Night Open Thread: Big Swinging… Mouths

What world is this, where I am forced to agree with the words of a professional Republican strategist?

… and Tom Nichols…

To be fair, unlike most of her fellow wingnut bloviators (lookin’ at you, Sean Hannity!), I don’t think Laura Ingraham would fold like a cheap patio chair at the first sign of physical threat. Pull an illegal can of pepper spray, plant a switchblade on her opponent’s writhing body, and lie about the altercation afterwards — yeah, that’s more what I’d consider Ingraham style.