Wednesday, October 8, 2025
There’s an old joke where a guy asks a gal if she’ll go to bed with him for a million dollars. She says yes, and he says, “How about one hundred?” And she says, “What do you think I am a whore?” And he says, “We’ve already established that. Now we are only haggling over price.”
Okay. Okay. So this falls into the area of “brilliant things I wish I had thought to say but only thought of later.” In this case it’s not me but one of the Senators questioning Pam Bondi. At one point she said, “Are you calling me a liar?” To which a great response would have been, “That’s already been established. We are trying to figure out which of the two contradictory statements you made is true and which is false.”
Ta dah.
Forget tools
Okay. Okay. Remember in the movie Office Space where the guy who got hit by a truck and has his head in a giant skull brace has come up with a game called Jump to Conclusions? And then he goes onto say – Maybe you’ll get lucky like me (ie get hit by a truck, thus ruining your body, but you’ll get a big settlement? You don’t remember? Well, pretend you do. You didn’t see the movie? Philistine. Go to Walmart; in the big tub of cheap DVDs you’ll find it.)
So here’s the thing. We collectively everyone but a few in the U S of A has heard that Trump is in the Epstein files many, many times. That they were great friends for like ten years. Then Jeffy gets caught in Florida. Gets a super sweetheart deal. It blows up then he gets put away. Then he dies. Unfortunately, the tape that would show what happened is not to be found. But it’s declared a suicide. Okay. Okay. And now we’ve got raving Senators, right wingers, podcasters, etc. demanding the files be released. That the client list be released, etc. And some folks change sides on this issue when the investigations get close to a black hole I’ll call “Donald Trump.”
For some reason it goes from “Release the Files” to “Who cares? I’m tired of talking about it.”
So I think it’s time to play – Say it with me:
Jump to Conclusions!
Okay. Okay. Here’s the thing that you can bet on. You can take it to the bank. And that is:
Anything that DJT says, utters, or insinuates is guaranteed to not be true.
Why do I say this? Look at his batting record – it’s 1000.
There isn’t a statement he has made that is true.
And add to that the corollary, Everything he touches turns to shit.
So if he says he didn’t know blah blah blah about Jeff. He definitely did.
And if his minions say, “There’s nothing to see here.” There definitely is.
So let’s stop saying, “We don’t know what’s in the Epstein files.” We know.
And let’s start operating under that premise.
Lastly, Taylor.
Okay. Okay. She released her new album on Friday. On Monday she’s on Jimmy Kimmel.
I got two observations:
She and Jimmy played three of her songs and she was asked about them.
When Jimmy played the song she did a swaying dance in her seat. It reminded me of what I think a Grateful Dead fan would do when the band hit the first chord in a concert. They’d raise up, sway, and light up.
But in this case the fans don’t light up. They repeat the lyrics. And they did! The audience was filled with women (mostly young, but not all) and they were swaying with Taylor and singing the lyrics with her.
I mean. The album dropped on Friday and by Monday they knew all the lyrics? OMG!
I still have a hard time understanding the words, and most of the songs sound very much the same to me. But there is no denying the impact of that woman: economically and on the (especially) young women. It is a phenomena never witnessed before.
Carry on. I’ll be out and about.
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