InstaPunk Returns

With an operatic crescendo of show trial justice in Minnesota, the first hundred days of Biden came to a dramatic close yesterday with the President and Maxine Waters arm-twisting the Chauvin jury into an oxymoron triple Guilty verdict that has already led to renewed street protesting by the left wing faithful. Dershowitz called the DC interference, “not just a thumb but an elbow on the scales of justice.” Surely, more arson and looting and vandalism will be on hand in days to come.  We’ll be talking about this and other “accomplishments” of the new administration, but for now we’ll offer only the following thumbnail view of this moment of the timeline. A quick glance at the graphic above should suffice to illustrate an odd phenomenon of the Hundred Days. Biden continues to receive honeymoon treatment in the approval ratings while almost all his new policies are receiving quite negative treatment among “Likely Voters.” Again, this a subject for another day, but it does make me wonder

The only picture of R. F. Laird and his dad still in existence. What my wife says...  “This photo is a story in several respects. A small picture of a big dining room at Thanksgiving in the WASP realm. Chandelier overhead, not visible. Father trying to smile, barely visible. Son not mouthing off but not content with dad either. So not smiling. Pretty sure he was working on Parade of Volumes at the time. He was still both “Jake and Colin” then. You know. The Reckless Twenties . “Maybe this is what White Privilege  looks like. I’m biased. Dad was handsome enough but I never liked him. Robert is beautiful though. No honest woman can deny it. He got into (and escaped from) Harvard on his brains. He got through Harvard on his looks and charm without going to class. The girls went for him but he always thought he was too young for them. He was. Spent a whole weekend with a Mount Holyoke goddess without laying a hand on her. He was waiting for her to make the first move. Child boy. She thou

  What we all wish we had. I’m about to write the saddest post of my life, the tale of Biden’s Hundred Days. It breaks my heart. My worst dreams come true. All my darkest predictions come true. I think much of the time I can’t go on as a writer. It’s that bad. Times like this are when we just pray we can find the heart of a champion to continue. Don’t know tonight if I can do that. Why I watched all three legs of Secretariat’sTriple Crown run. He liked starting last. Okay. Now, thanks to our sham president, we are all starting last. Time for me, no you, to find another tank of heart to go on.