Hah! Indeed! I remember how we all went next door on Sunday nights

To watch “Bonanza” on their color TV. They were the first in the neighborhood to have one, and we gathered around to watch the map catch fire during the opening credits. That was a pretty big deal back then. I was a little kid but I still remember that living room crowded with people who were all there to watch “Bonanza” on their neighbors’ brand new color TV.

Btw - I now am the proud owner of my very own Medicare card.

And the children shall lead. Even farther.

That is hilarious!

But Matthew Dowd has his own issues

and positions from the wrong side of the aisle. You weren’t far wrong. He’s just not quite as smart-ass snarky as Diane Dowd is.

Saving, to savor - now AND later!

Rudy’s already run out of feet in which he's shot himself. Now he’s aiming up toward the knees - and higher...

HAH!!! I’m out on our deck on this fine day, enjoying vids of Rudy crashing and burning on the Sunday chat circuit, and my husband is out here watching a set of the worst crash-‘n’-burn drag-racing-by-idiots videos. We both agreed that we are both watching basically the same thing!

No kidding.

Good grief that's an epic piece of video!

I saw it this morning, myself. The panel’s reactions alone were fabulous. Rudy was, too! (But not for the side HE’S promoting!)

Thanks! If I lived in the area, I'd go eat there.

Vote with my pocketbook.

This whole sordid era keeps underscoring something

I regret that I’ve been compelled to conclude. I keep coming back to what to me is the uncomfortable bottom line about trump supporters:

“Then what does that say about THEM?”

A friend who voted for trump while justifying “oh, I WANT a woman president. Just not THAT woman!” - once lectured me: “you have to understand these voters!” As though there were something high-minded about their horrifyingly tragic WILLFUL ignorance (even PROUD ignorance: “I know what I know! So go away and stop arguing with me!”). Or that there was something really noble and “heartland-American” about what I’d begun to suspect was a deep seated racism and misogyny and resentment for being forced to share “their” America with “the Other”. And, I feared, that “Other” president.

A while ago I began to suspect that the hatred and/or resentment of Barack Obama’s rise all the way to the White House was a deep-down inner disgust that there was a black guy in the Oval Office and he wasn’t the janitor. I spent a long time trying to beat back that suspicion. “No,” I told myself. “Couldn’t be that. These are those noble hard-scrapple ‘heartland’ Americans, simple, salt-of-the-Earth ‘God-fearing’ churchgoing folks who call it like it is, and just are misunderstood or so perennially beaten down and...”

And blah-blah-blah.

Bullshit! I was right about them the first time. That indeed WAS their problem. They really did hate the idea that there was a black guy in the Oval Office and he wasn’t the janitor. And, later on, they were hellbent on making sure there wouldn’t be a woman in the Oval Office who wasn’t the cleaning lady.

You totally nail it here, Nance. This IS what they are and who they are. And as we’ve seen many times by now, many of ‘em are out ‘n’ proud about it, too. This is America’s dirty little secret.

THEY are America’s dirty little secret. All they’ve done, as all this time has gone by, is to reconfirm that, over and over again.

“Heart”land America my ass.

I thought that, too. First thing.

I hope lindysalsagal’s experience really IS shut down. SHEESH it’s miserable having to work with (and around) a saboteur. But two? Yoiks!!!