Saturday, July 22, 2017

Chinless Ed Gillespie, In Norfolk, Still Manages to Miss The Boat

By Baxter

After we all dutifully take note that today Donald Drumpf was present at the commissioning of a battleship named after the President who pardoned Richard Nixon, let us then take a moment to laugh at Chinless Ed Gillespie.

Gee, Chinless Ed must be really worried that he's going to lose the Virginia Governor's race to Ralph Northam if he bragged in a speech in Norfolk about his ability to "work with" that disastrous Drumpf crowd in Washington. If he's doing that, he clearly feels a pressing need to pander to the GOP's knuckle-dragging base.

Problem is, that's not going to get him any support in vote-rich Northern Virginia, where nervous Republicans like Barbara Comstock are already eyeing dicey Congressional races next year.

But the thing that really makes us break into Cheshire cat grins is Chinless Ed's dumb timing.

The nation's governors, sensing that Washington is off the rails, have already started doing end runs around the Trumpsters and are making stuff happen without them. Creating the United States Climate Alliance and their National Governors Association retreat in Rhode Island this month are just two of the most prominent examples. (Who was that speaking to the govs in Providence? Why, it was Canadian PM Justin Trudeau and the Mayor of Mexico City! Who needs Trump?)

But there goes Chinless Ed, following what he must think is the lesser-evil path in his Republican-imposed Hobson's Choice. Good luck with that, fella. We cats PURR.

(PHOTO: Terry, meet Justin.)

Friday, July 21, 2017

...Or THIS


Oh, How Sad, That We're Not Going To Have Any More Of THIS...

Melissa/Sean, we hardly knew ye. We cats PURR.

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Photo Du Jour

By Sniffles

What can we cats say about Donald Drumpf's deranged New York Times interview that hasn't already been said? Let's focus on something positive instead — like this very creative man, who kinda looks like the way people envision Jesus (although we're not sure about the watch).

Let him serve as a reminder that the real Jesus said nothing, absolutely nothing, about homosexuality keeping anybody out of the Pearly Gates. We cats PURR.

Tuesday, July 18, 2017


By Miss Kubelik

This isn't a very dramatic photo, but we cats took it this afternoon after we were startled to see that an archeological dig had been revealed just a few blocks from our Montreal condo. VoilĂ  — amid the ever-present John Deere equipment that dominates a city under constant construction, here are the apparent foundations of the Parliament building that was burned by rioters in 1849.

Prior to this excavation, the dig had been covered by a parking lot. (Not unlike the remains of Richard III, we couldn't help thinking.) Now, who knows what's going to happen to the site — which happens to sit on some very prime real estate in tourist-rich Old Montreal.

It was an interesting reality check in a time when we feel that in the US, all our values and principles are being regularly besieged by the Trumpsters and their colluding, complicit Republicans. In other words: Things might seem really explosive in the short term, but they tend to resolve themselves over the long term. And then later, they get dug up by geeky guys with archeological and history degrees — while the modern world bustles heedlessly around them.

Does it mean that Donald Trump and his merry band of traitors will someday be covered in asphalt, their deeds forgotten? We cats can only hope, and we PURR.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Taking Shots

By Zamboni

Our own US Senator aside, we cats are not really used to hearing the F-word in daily political discourse. So when we saw reports that a GOP committeewoman from Nevada had retweeted a message urging John McCain to "just effing die already" — adding, "Amen" — we were a little shocked.

Until we saw that she was a fervent Trump supporter. Then we thought, of course! How lovely these Trump people are.

You know, if there were ever a Republican heresy that Hillary Clinton needed to comment on, this would be it.

She and McCain have worked together. Traveled together. Heck, they've even done shots together. (Yes, it was vodka, and yes, she beat him.) Hillary should publicly embrace McCain now, not just because it would be the humane thing to do but because it would make his life with the GOP crazies even more difficult.

Meanwhile, we're sure that this vile woman from Nevada is poised to run against Dean Heller if he helps kill Trumpcare. We cats HISS and PURR at the same time.

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Crimes And Collusion

By Baxter

This is not an entertainment blog, but we cats are inspired by the passing of Martin Landau to opine on the Woody Allen film "Crimes and Misdemeanors."

For some reason, around 1989 Woody Allen decided to make a movie that explored the consequences of human choices, and whether one is punished or rewarded by a higher power for them. Say what you want about Allen and his personal life — as a filmmaker he is among the giants, and "Crimes and Misdemeanors" is, we think, his masterpiece.

The movie's most compelling characterization? Alan Alda's repulsive TV producer, who is a despicable, self-aggrandizing human being, but who nonetheless gets the girl and wins in the end. Which leads Allen's character to try to rationalize fairness and equality with Landau's character, who has neatly gotten away with the murder of his mistress.

Twenty-eight years later, we can only think that Alda's character is Donald Trump — behaving badly and yet rewarded with the highest office in the land. And we cats are Woody Allen, bereft and trying to figure out, in a happenstance conversation with Trump's collaborators, how the country has come to this sorry point.

Is there a hopeful outcome to all this? Allen wondered that in "Crimes and Misdemeanors," and we cats wonder it now. We don't know the answer yet, but we're pretty fearful. So we probably HISS. And worry.