Who can be surprised – even if you’ve only read this l’il ol blog – that an all-male concentration of moral primitives issues in so much enemy abuse that our country is about to sanction the group? These fanatics think it’s fine to spit on Christians, and women wearing skirts a quarter inch shorter than godly, and women who forget to sit in the back of the bus etc etc. They riot when slightly perturbed, set cars aflame when slightly more perturbed, and ignore court rulings against them that come from a nation whose existence they deny. They reject science and refuse to vaccinate their children. It’s hilarious that Israel thinks establishing a lord of the flies fighting faction will result in anything other than war crimes.

And oh yes. Right. Religious people are so much more ethical than non-religious.

And UD knows every inch of hers, especially the system of paths she created through her forest.

Early this morning, gazing out her back windows at the path closest to her house, she saw a largish unmoving object on it. Her binoculars revealed this.

It’s a stock photo. UD wouldn’t know how to photograph an animal at that distance.

Her fox was bigger than this one, and seemed half-awake, calmly watching me as I watched it. I’d never seen a fox this close, and certainly not one comfortable enough to bed down so nearby.

I had all the usual thoughts… It’s beautiful. Is it rabid? Is it wounded? When will it leave? I can’t let the dog out. Will I have to call animal control?

And then I Googled. Turns out this is not an unusual event – foxes are nocturnal and will sometimes bed down close to people in daylight. And I mean – our garden is packed with rabbits and voles, etc. Why wouldn’t you want to be around that?

But Mexico seems to have inspired her.

 I serve with some real scumbags! Matt Gaetz, he paid minors to have sex with him at drug parties. Bob Good endorsed my opponent, a known neo-Nazi. These people used to walk around with white hoods at night. Now they’re walking around with white hoods in the daytime.

A Texas Republican unburdens himself.

A whole new desert for Arizona, as California fast-tracks Arizona’s women’s health care providers to practice in that state instead of in the land of no abortions.

No wonder Donald Trump is such an admirer of Kim Jong Un: This would never happen in North Korea.

This passage, from André Gide’s novel, The Countefeiters, struck me when I encountered it as a Northwestern undergrad, and has stayed with me all these years. Of course I recognized this comical, poignant form of dissembling from real life, but I suspect this passage, on the fourth page of the book, was my first encounter with a lucid prose description of it. The ways we defend against the exposure of our strongest and most authentic passions intrigued and intrigue me; forms of emotional self-defense intrigued and intrigue me.

And why do we defend? Because precisely the places we feel the most are the places we can be hurt the most.

And also – see Adam Phillips – it disturbs us to think of ourselves as capable of volcanic affect; most of us cultivate what Stephen Dedalus called “the refrigerating apparatus,” and Isaac Rosenfeld “formo-frigidism.” We be cool.

We are too much for ourselves – in our hungers and our desires, in our griefs and our commitments, in our loves and our hates – because we are unable to include so much of what we feel in the picture we have of ourselves. The whole idea of ourselves as excessive exposes how determined we are to have the wrong picture of what we are like, of how fanatically ignorant we are about ourselves.

Dry. Flat. Clouds puddling the flat.

Are you the Great Plains? Somewhere east of Phoenix.

Calm but turbulent, manifesting what you hide

Behind nonchalant air. The tremble is

Always there.

… Mexico City. She went to a speakeasy last night.

Mr Smith goes to… Oh, who cares.

… Trumptesse …

Doug Mastriano Touts Endorsement from

Ultra-Orthodox Rabbi who Expresses Sympathy

for Capitol Rioters and Believes Hitler was Part Lizard

Yeshiva University’s most honored benefactor (now that Bernard Madoff is no more) doesn’t just loot his polluting businesses to build the largest private home in America for himself; he also funds Israeli settlers. It has been a privilege, over many years, to follow the morbid disgusting ways of one of America’s great money obsessives, and to note the proud smiling faces of the many academics here and abroad who carry the Ira Rennert name throughout their careers. Nothing he does – tax fraud, stealing pensions, destroying his neighbors’ lives this way and that – seems to shame any of them.

UD has been sitting tight, awaiting the latest Rennert … distastefulness … but it looks as though one of her favorite pursuits may be over. The dude’s been out of the news for awhile, and has recently turned 89, and his current thoughts must certainly revolve around how to fuck the world over postmortem. Maledizione!!

Ira Rennert has aired his world-hatred with a scope and depth available only to the screechingly rich; how to keep screeching that hatred from the quiet of the tomb?

The directives in his will are clear to anyone who, like UD, has made a fetish of the man: Above his vast sepulchre on the grounds of his house, his Sikorsky helicopter must circle eternally in a memorial riot of noise that will deafen and defeat all of the Sagaponack neighbors who have been praying for his death. When the Sikorsky runs out of gas, his other copter will replace it until its fuel tank refills.

… to see her cowritten book in distinguished company (Danto, Felski, Scarry, Donohue, Dutton) in a list of “notable works” on aesthetics. The list appears in The Routledge Companion to Literature and Art.

See this post, where UD lists some of the motives for plagiarism. She forgot an obvious one: money. Expert witnesses often get paid TONS (I’m looking at you, Feinerman), and professional expert witness Fancy Harvard MD has been in the trade for awhile. As with the Georgetown Law guy in my parenthesis, Harvard’s Dipak Panigrahy knows a get rich quick scheme when he sees one. Get paid – I dunno, $500 an hour? – to get one of your underlings to plagiarize vastly in your expert report. Pad it up good with gobs of plagiarized material for more moolah and place your bigshot name upon it. Voila.

Only, as with that parenthetic Georgetown guy, someone bothered to examine the report, and discovered – in the judge’s dismissive word – a ‘mess.’

Yeah, he threw the whole thing out.

Will the dude get paid anyway?

What a deal. Thousands and thousands of dollars for … uh …

“Indeed, the plagiarism is so ubiquitous throughout the report that it is frankly overwhelming to try to make heads or tails of just what is Dr. Panigrahy’s own work,” [said Judge Dalton].