If you ever decide to hide ill-gotten gains, be smarter than “Gold Bar Bob” Menendez. When stashing cash in the pockets of your jackets, don’t choose one with your name embroidered on it. Also, when googling the price of gold, use “per ounce” in the search field rather than “per kilo.”
For his part, Menendez responded to his indictment with a victimized whine: “Those behind this campaign simply cannot accept that a first-generation Latino American from humble beginnings could rise to be a U.S. Senator and serve with honor and distinction.” Sadly, that description doesn’t apply to him, or to Marco Rubio and Rafael “Ted” Cruz, either. Menendez did, however, “step down” from his post as chair of the Foreign Relations Committee. Pushed? No, no, no. I’m sure Chuck Schumer only had his hand on Bob’s back to keep him from falling.
Trump, lazy fuck that he is, is slouching towards his nomination. His 60 claimed “campaign” events since late May include six Saudi-backed LIV Golf events and 11 gatherings at his Bedminster, N.J., golf course. Now if Clarence Thomas moves to New Jersey they could all play high-stakes corruption pinochle together.
A little note for people who think Trump plays 11th-dimensional chess – he’s not even playing checkers. He didn’t disdain masks during COVID because of any political calculation, but because it messed up his makeup. I wish that was just a joke.
Trump’s ignorant comment about a disabled veteran got all the ink, but the Atlantic’s profile of Mark Milley, outgoing chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, is full of frightening details about our national disgrace45th president. Read it and tremble.
Ever play the card game hearts? When you try to shoot the moon, you lose big if you miss. Politico reports that the Florida GOP has the long knives out for Meatball “Pudding Fingers” Ron – not because he’s more reprehensible than Trump, but because he’s losing to him.
They tore down a historic mansion and put up a parking lot. Bayhealth Hospital demolished the Scull Mansion in Dover, despite its listing on the National Register of Historic Spaces, so they could triple the number of their parking spaces.
The floor’s yours. There’s a mop in the corner.