We cats were out and about today (and had a lovely time). So we weren't glued to the news. But when we got home and did a brief headline check, everyone was screaming about a big Trumpster pooh-bah confab, scheduled for tonight at Observatory Place. The sole topic on the agenda? How to contain the ever-expanding L'Affaire Epstein.
(It goes without saying that when Kamala Harris lived in the Vice President's residence, she never convened a meeting of top-level office holders and advisers there to strategize on how to help a sex offender and statutory rapist escape the consequences of his actions. But that was another Administration, wasn't it? *Sigh*)
Expected to attend this evening were host JD Prance, Pam Bondi, Kash Patel, and Susie Wiles. (Ugh. So much evil in that room.) But then, word leaked out — the interwebs blew up, Epstein victim Virginia Giuffre's family issued an outraged statement, and protesters started lining Massachusetts Avenue. So the meeting was promptly canceled.
Naturally, this motley crew will meet about Epstein some other time, some other way. But these are Trumpsters we're talking about — so not only did they scrap the session, a Vance spokesman said it had never been planned in the first place.
More typical gaslighting. Or maybe the better film reference is The Philadelphia Story. When Tracy Lord's younger sister says she saw Macaulay Connor carry a squiffy Tracy into her bedroom, she's surprised that he simply deposits her and leaves. "He was gone!" Dinah says. "Of course he was gone," Tracy replies. "He was never there." We cats PURR.
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