Francis Scott Key’s “The Star Spangled Banner” + James Weldon Johnson’s “Lift Every Voice and Sing.” So why did that super-tattooed guy sing “America the Beautiful”? Was that meant to represent a non-tribal togetherness song?
For the good of the country and our currently fragile tradition of democracy, President Joe Biden really, really has to do a Lyndon Johnson as soon as possible — “I shall not seek and I will not accept the nomination of the Democratic Party for another term as your president.”
Because while he may be able to muddle through, Woodrow Wilson– or Ronald Reagan-style, between now and January 20, 2029 if re-elected, Biden is obviously too old and diminished to run against The Beast.
C’mon, man…wake up. Johnson read the writing on the wall 56 years ago and right now there are only two people who can’t read the present moment — Joe and Jill Biden.
It’s possible that Biden might be able to squeak through to a micro-slender victory in November…maybe…but nobody believes this to be a likely scenario. People are finally starting to realize that it’s actually, truth be told, unlikely.
If he comes to his senses and throws in the towel, Biden’s reputation will suddenly become that of a noble statesman.
Spoken two nights ago on Real Time with Bill Maher but for some reason not on YouTube:
…over being at a Taylor Swift concert in Tokyo…Jesus.
Knew I should have gone to Tokyo for Taylor Swift pic.twitter.com/UbAbvfy8yr
— @jason (@Jason) February 10, 2024
Yesterday Dakota Johnson was doing an interview in Los Angeles for the doomed Madame Web (Sony, 2.14) when a mild (4.6) earthquake hit. No biggie if you’re a Californian but some freak out anyway. An interviewer or a publicist in the room went “hah-hah-hah-hah-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!!” The louder the cackling, the more jolted a person feels.
Calm off-camera dude: “There was one reported hours ago that happened in Hawaii.”
Johnson: “Oh, that’s what it is. That makes sense. Yeah. For sure.”
Off-camera interviewer / publicist: “Huh-huh-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH-HAH!”
HE to Johnson: “Uhm…not really. Hawaii is roughly 2500 miles from Los Angeles.”
A 4.6 earthquake is nothing. Barely an eyebrow-raiser. A quake needs to be at least a 5.5 to write home about it. I vividly recall the Northridge earthquake of January 17, 1994, which happened in the wee hours (4:31 am) and registered as a 6.7. I remember looking out the window toward the street and seeing the blue-white flare of telephone pole juncture boxes lighting up the immediate area. Johnson was a little more than four years old at the time.
When I want to laugh and relax I’ll watch a FAIL ARMY compilation, but this is better.
This is funny also:
He just wanted bread. pic.twitter.com/NnzKXLvuSv
— Much Too Old to Feel this Damn Young (@PalominoOMG) February 10, 2024
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