Besides Tucker Carlson’s love of Vlad, he seems to have another horrible fixation. I was absolutely gobsmacked to hear his introduction of his evil twin the other night. He spelled out in disgusting detail the delight he would take in spanking any daughter of his who violated his so-called norms of sexual behavior. Just his glee in telling the tale was nauseating and added to the fact that both he and the man he was introducing seem to have the same predilection. It has been widely reported that Ivanka has been spoken of in sexual terms by the man who contributed his sperm to her creation.
As we near Halloween, that ominous phrase Carlson used of “Daddy’s Home” is echoing with malevolent intent in my brain. I used to love the phrase because it was the title of a charming song of the early 60’s doo-wop era by Shep and the Limelites. In fact, now that I’m typing this, perhaps that will be an antidote for me today. With the wonder of modern technology, I can relive a marvelous memory. I hope some of the rest of you may take my suggestion to cleanse your palate.
The other Daddy issue I would like to address is the title of the podcast on which Kamala appeared. I think I understand the irony of it, but unfortunately it may add to the myth that only men can be in charge. I’m a firm believer that being a parent is unrelated to either sex. Some people are good at it, others not so much.
Finally this morning, I found a curious synchronicity while continuing to read Bob Woodward’s book WAR. On page 129, which is a one-page chapter numbered 28, we are treated to some quotes from Steve Bannon and Tucker Carlson. The quote from Bannon includes the words “Ukraine is kind of a concept. It’s not even a country.” I immediately connected his language to the recent answer given when the Republican candidate was asked about his health plan—he said that he had a “concept” of a plan. Any question as to who is pulling whose strings? And of course, we all know that Tucker Carlson practically moved to Russia and in this chapter he is quoted as characterizing the war by Russia with Ukraine as a “border dispute.”
I am going to end on a happier note for all our sakes. My darling grandson is delighting in walking and my daughter has the joy of watching his development. We are going to make music at Thanksgiving with my drum and other instruments I found. I am looking forward to celebrating that holiday in relative harmony, with this contentious election behind us—and with our first female president and her vice-president-elect to be inaugurated peacefully in the coming January.
" I used to love the phrase because it was the title of a charming song of the early 60’s doo-wop era by Shep and the Limelites." And in the 70s it was also a hit for Jermaine Jackson.
"You're my love/you're my angel (rat-a-tat)." Doo wop at its best.
Dear Katharine. Here's hoping your Thanksgiving dream comes true. I much prefer it to the half-awake nightmares I have been having of the f-word winning. The twisted narcissism and arrested development of the boy-men Carlson and Trump, combined with Vance's hunger for a tyrannical father-figure in Trump as a substitute for the father he never had, are psyc jobs. May they not act out their pathologies in public over the next four years.