In case you weren’t aware, Donald Trump Jr., our so-called “President’s” eldest son, “is a skilled outdoorsman and a member of the National Rifle Association who owns dozens of firearms, among them a Benelli Super Black Eagle II (for hunting waterfowl) and an AR-platform semiautomatic rifle (for marksmanship competitions),” which is why Don Jr. “connects with heartland voters in a way that his more refined sister Ivanka may not.”
It’s also important to know that Prince Donald is no spoiled brat:
Despite the advantages of wealth, Mr. Trump said his life at home was not always easy. “In our family, if you weren’t competitive you didn’t eat,” he said. “You had to fight for what you wanted.”
Trump Jr. carries the twin burdens of wealth and power with admirable grace, but sometimes he wishes he could shrug them off:
Even as he embraces his new status in business and politics, Mr. Trump sounds, at times, as if it is some kind of anomaly.
“If I could miracle myself away,” he said, “I would live out West.”
On behalf of everyone in the great state of Montana: please, God, not here. In fact, if I could miracle Donald Trump Jr. away, I would.
On Fox, Tucker Carlson says this:
“Many on the left, the cultural left, the frivolous cultural left...hate the culture of the military because it is warlike and masculine…”
Many on the right, the cultural right, the troglodyte cultural right, worship the culture of the military in order to project masculinity by association. The pudgy and formerly bow-tied Mr. Carlson--he stopped wearing bow ties because too many people made fun of him and the ridicule “wore [him] down”--is a prime example of this pathetic gambit and of its futility: Tucker Carlson trying to act tough is like putting war paint on a puppy.
Mr. Carlson also scored this devastating rhetorical point against a guest who criticized the proposed elimination of the National Endowment for the Arts:
“What role did the NEA play in, say, the battle of Fallujah?”
That bon mot should go right alongside Stalin’s classic “How many divisions does the pope have?” as a dismissal of the value of anything non-military. Carlson refers to NEA funding as “welfare for rich liberal elites,” which is equally hilarious, especially coming from someone whose father once served as president of the Corporation for Public Broadcasting, another target of the Trump administration’s budget ax.
In conclusion, as Wonkette would say, f--k Tucker Carlson and his little brother Buckley Swanson Peck Carlson.
At The Week, Jen Doll ponders the eternal conundrum: when someone asks “How are you?” should you answer honestly or just say “Fine”? It’s especially important, Ms. Doll notes, in the wake of November 8, 2016, a day that will live in liberal and electoral infamy, a day when “It’s the End of the World As We Know It” became our new national anthem--but, I would remind Ms. Doll, the song’s refrain goes on to say “And I Feel Fine”.
William Falk (editor of The Week) wins the “Banality of the Day” award for beginning his latest editorial with this blindingly obvious observation:
Our health-care system has a fundamental flaw: It's far too expensive.
Mr. Falk then doubles down on banality by opining that “too many people and companies have a vested interest in a health-care system that's the most expensive and inefficient in the civilized world. So that is what we’ll continue to have, no matter whose name precedes ‘care.’”
Those who can, think; those who can’t, apparently, edit.