Bye-bye, Jefferson Beauregard Sessions III

What do you suppose Jeff Sessions’ tipple of choice is, and is he consuming it by the bucketful this evening? After all, he gave up a secure Senate seat two years ago for what quickly turned out to be a mess of pottage. Compelled by law to recuse himself from the Russia – Trump campaign collusion investigation, he found himself at odds with his boss, who didn’t then and doesn’t now understand that the nation’s law enforcement agencies don’t work for him but rather for the country.

I hope Sessions’ bourbon or whatever offers him some comfort (but not much). A long-ago and now-deceased blogger named Mac Thomason, who was an Alabama graduate and Stillman College librarian and loathed Sessions mightily, once called the Senator “an evil little troll.” I like that better than the “Keebler elf” sobriquet I’ve seen in recent years.

Anyway, he gave up a 20-year career in the Senate to be Attorney General of the US for the most volatile and mercurial President in my memory. I suspect he wanted the job to further his own agendas, which his Wikipedia entry lists:

As U.S. Attorney General, Sessions overturned a memo delivered by one of his predecessors, Eric Holder, that had sought to curb mass incarceration by avoiding mandatory sentencing,[2] and ordered federal prosecutors to begin seeking the maximum criminal charges possible. Sessions signed an order adopting civil asset forfeiture, which allows law enforcement to seize the property of those suspected but not charged with crimes.[3][4] A staunch opponent of illegal immigration, Sessions adopted a hard-line on so-called sanctuary cities and told reporters that cities failing to comply with federal immigration policy would lose federal funding; Trump issued an executive order revoking the funding from the cities, but it was successfully challenged by San Francisco and forbidden from enforcement by a federal judge.[5] As Attorney General, Sessions supported allowing the Department of Justice to prosecute providers of medical marijuana.[6]

He pursued them vigorously but was forced to defend many of them in courts.

In Mac’s honor I’ll say goodbye, troll.

One of the most important Tuesdays ever

A reminder:

The most interesting incident Tuesday morning was my walking to a building on Thirty-fourth Street to enter a booth and push levers on a voting machine. I have never understood why anybody passes up that bargain. It doesn’t cost a cent, and for that couple of minutes, you’re the star of the show, with top billing. It’s the only way that really counts for you to say I’m it, I’m the one that decides what’s going to happen and who’s going to make it happen. It’s the only time I really feel important and know I have a right to. Wonderful. Sometimes the feeling lasts all the way home if somebody doesn’t bump me.

Archie Goodwin, “A Family Affair,” Rex Stout, Viking Press, 1975

With apologies to Arlo Guthrie:

And can you imagine fifty people a day? I said FIFTY people a day
walkin’ in, sayin’ “listen to Archie Goodwin” and copyin’ and pastin’ this on their Facebook page?

Friends, They may think it’s a Movement! And that’s what it is, the Get-Out-the-Vote Movement!

Medical/family day

I started out this morning with an eye exam. Somehow I’m seeing slightly better than last time, which is a bit startling. I’ve got a new pair of glasses and frames coming in the mail within the next month.

Once I was done with that I went down one floor at the VA Clinic to get the second round of the new and improved shingles shot. I also suggested I get a flu shot while I was sitting in the chair by the desk, and the nurse agreed.

I now have a very sore arm, as I always do after the flu shot. It goes away in a day or two, but meanwhile it aches. Oh well. I’d prefer not to be a statistic like one of the 80,000 Americans who died of the flu last winter.

Then I came home and turned on the Dodgers game (a horrible exhibition) while waiting for my LA cousins to arrive for an afternoon visit and a meal. I roasted a lot of tri-tip, made some garlic mashed potatoes (from a mix; I’m lazy about that chore) and some corn-on-the-cob, sautéed some mushrooms, and served up. It was good, if I do say so myself.

Tree growth

Four weeks ago, after the hollowed-out coral tree was taken down, the little baby coral emerging from the stump chips on the right remained.

Today it looks like this:

Mother Nature doesn’t mess around, does she? I’m hearing the little tree saying to us “Now that you’ve gotten rid of that dying old man, see what I can become?”