Where we are

All these years we’ve been… no, wait, it’s been little more than one year. Anyhow, for some unreal period of time, we have been living in a world, living in a time, living in a situation (yes, that’s the word, a situation) for which we have had no assured title.

That is to say, is this fragile and once-lovely domain a billionaire’s party, a Grand Wizard’s playground, a high-stakes sex party, a pre-paid tour of Purgatory, maybe the recurring dream of an aging SF writer?

It is, my friends, none of those. We now inhabit — and I have figured this out only after noting the false-hope promise and last-minute slamming of FBI Director Andrew McCabe — a high school fraternity.

Yes, boys and girls, this is a high-school fraternity, And not one of the fancy ones.

About those “tapes”

Most comments I’ve seen regarding the Comey-Trump confrontation make sense, more or less. Most, I say. However, one straightforward and — to me — perfectly obvious factor seems to have been ignored. Or perhaps it’s so obvious it doesn’t need to be mentioned.

You decide.

After firing FBI Director Comey, President Trump sent a rather odd early-morning tweet. (I know, I know, all his tweets are rather odd. But this one seemed even more so.) On the remote possibility that you’ve not heard, it was

James Comey better hope that there are no “tapes” of our conversations before he starts leaking to the press.

Consider now. James Comey was a career FBI agent, one so hard working and competent he had been promoted to head the Bureau. A man, then, whom we might expect to be keenly aware of intelligence matters. Spy stuff, not to put to corny a title on it. He knew about and — only surmising here but pretty confident nonetheless — might have participated in covert activities. Like, say, secret recording. I mean, he might at least have heard about the practice, right?

So this man with this background has a coversation with the man then regarded as President of the United States.

Still with me?

Intelligence guy, meeting in White House, talking to President. Does he go in aware that his conversation might be recorded, or does he assume such a thing would never happen and blab carelessly about anything that comes to mind?

With that in mind, does Trump’s threat really make sense?

Even to Trump?

He man is even farther off reality’s base than I thought.

The showboat

[Warning: the following was written more than six hours ago and may no longer apply to whomever is now Anykindof President of the United States.]

A member of the federal government, known hereafter as the Performing President — seems more apt than Acting President, though of course I am not dealing here in the lingo of governance — has complained that another member of said federal government was “outside the realm of normal,” even “crazy.” According to the Performing President, said member had “something wrong” with him. He was, in fact, a “showboat.”

One might be tempted to cite this as an instance of pot and kettle, except that on one side we have a rather ordinary human being and on the other we have both pot and kettle.

If you are unsure who is named what by whom, I refer you here.