President Trump famously declared that in his administration the nation would become tired of all the winning. So on Friday he tried a little losing.
After the longest government shutdown in history, Mr. Trump surrendered with nothing concrete (or steel) to show for the battle, taking essentially the same deal that was on the table in December that he originally rejected, touching off a 35-day impasse.
So begins Peter Baker’s NY Times story of Trump’s cave-in, climb-down, abysmal failure, or pick your phrase today as he announced he’d allow the government to re-open.
I don’t know whether he thought he could bully Speaker Pelosi or whether he just didn’t believe he could be thwarted, since in his first two years in office Congressional Republicans hadn’t objected to much of anything he wanted to do. Either way, he knows differently now.
I don’t expect him to change, though. He’s a stupid and stubborn man whose sole interest is himself. He cares little about the country, its success, or its people. The sooner we’re rid of him the better.
One last thought from Baker:
Whether this episode prompts Mr. Trump to change his approach to governing, it has altered the politics of shutdowns leaving federal workers caught in the middle.
One hopes that’s true. 800 thousand employees and who knows how many contract workers were screwed here for one reason only: the stubbornness of one man and his fixation on a project no one else in government believed in.
For the third time in two weeks, today Senate Majority Leader McConnell (R-KY) blocked legislation to open part of the Federal government.
The Senate GOP leader didn’t explain his objection from the Senate floor but he has warned for weeks that he will not bring up a government funding bill unless it’s the product of an agreement between congressional Democratic leadership and President Trump.
I keep thinking at some point there are going to be 10-15 Republican Senators who go to McConnell and say “we have to vote to open the government. My constituents are broke through no fault of their own, and sucking up to that idiot in the White House is killing us.”
McConnell has done more damage to American democracy than any other politician I can think of, and that includes Richard Nixon. McConnell has had no compunction about destroying norms for the advancement of his party and its goals, and history will not (I hope) remember him kindly.
I remember buying every one of Bonnie Raitt’s albums in the 1970s and wondering when the rest of the music-listening world would catch on to her brilliance. It took until 1989 when she put out “Nick of Time” for that to happen. I’ve kept buying her records, too. My iTunes Library says I have 21 albums on which she appears, and I think 17 of them are ones she released under her own name.
Ah, but not by those moochers out there in the heartland and the inner cities. Nope, nope, nope. Right here in Washington DC, all of them the rich and famous or aspirants to that status. This is part of the story of how Trump’s inauguration committee spent the money it solicited to put on the parties it felt were needed to show America just who they’d elected.
Private donors put up $107 million to usher Donald J. Trump into office in style two years ago, and it is now clear just how enthusiastically his inaugural committee went to town with it.
There was $10,000 for makeup for 20 aides at an evening inaugural event. There was another $30,000 in per-diem payments to dozens of contract staff members, in addition to their fully covered hotel rooms, room service orders, plane tickets and taxi rides, including some to drop off laundry.
But wait! With that much money floating around, surely the newly-inaugurated President must have ensured some of it stuck to him, right?
The bill from the Trump International Hotel was more than $1.5 million.
Read the whole thing. It’s a stunning example of ostentation run amok.
Violinist Lindsey Stirling plays a rousing version of “I Saw Three Ships” Thanksgiving Week of 2017. She and her colleagues do a goodly bit of Irish step dancing during the performance. All the while she continues to play her violin. It’s quite a show.
Sung by the Danish National Vocal Ensemble, here is the story of
a Bohemian king going on a journey and braving harsh winter weather to give alms to a poor peasant on the Feast of Stephen (December 26, the Second Day of Christmas). During the journey, his page is about to give up the struggle against the cold weather, but is enabled to continue by following the king’s footprints, step for step, through the deep snow.
The King’s College Choir sings “Hark the Herald Angels Sing.” The song and melody are similar to the one originally composed in 1739 by Charles Wesley (yes, the same Wesley family. John was his brother), but there were modifications done over the past 200 years. For example, the melody is from a Mendelssohn cantata written in 1840 to celebrate Gutenberg’s invention of movable type. Charles Wesley was prolific: he published words to more than 6,000 hymns.
This choir is far older than the hymn; it was established in 1441 by King Henry VI when he founded King’s College in Cambridge. He wanted daily singing in his chapel. That’s still the choir’s principal job.