The Florida legislature was asked to vote yesterday to have a debate on banning assault weapons. Not a vote on banning the weapons, mind you, but a vote to have a debate on a ban. Here’s how it went down:
The legislative breakdown in Florida is 76 Republicans, 40 Democrats and three vacant seats. Every “nay” vote, meaning every vote to not even discuss the matter, was a Republican vote.
And they did it in front of students who attend Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Fla., the site of the second-deadliest shooting at a U.S. public school.
The way to end the mass slaughter of children in schools is to vote every Republican out of office. In every state. In every county. In every city. In every town. In every village. We already know Republicans are NRA whores. The least they could do is not flaunt it in front of civilized people.
President Trump’s first stop Monday was Trump International Golf Club, apparently beginning the Martin Luther King Jr. holiday with golf rather than the charitable service the slain civil rights leader’s family has urged as the best way to memorialize him.
The morning after declaring “I’m not a racist,” Trump began his Monday the same way he has begun each day of the three-day holiday weekend: with tweets sent before leaving his private Mar-a-Lago estate and then a short motorcade to the golf club.
Trump returned to Mar-a-Lago hours later, and drove from there to the airport in late afternoon. He was not seen in public until he boarded Air Force One.
Lincoln: “The question recurs, what will satisfy them? Simply this: We must not only let them alone, but we must somehow, convince them that we do let them alone. This, we know by experience, is no easy task. We have been so trying to convince them from the very beginning of our organization, but with no success. In all our platforms and speeches we have constantly protested our purpose to let them alone; but this has had no tendency to convince them. Alike unavailing to convince them, is the fact that they have never detected a man of us in any attempt to disturb them.
“These natural, and apparently adequate means all failing, what will convince them? This, and this only: cease to call slaverywrong,and join them in calling itright.And this must be done thoroughly – done inactsas well as inwords. Silence will not be tolerated – we must place ourselves avowedly with them. Senator Douglas’ new sedition law must be enacted and enforced, suppressing all declarations that slavery is wrong, whether made in politics, in presses, in pulpits, or in private. We must arrest and return their fugitive slaves with greedy pleasure. We must pull down our Free State constitutions. The whole atmosphere must be disinfected from all taint of opposition to slavery, before they will cease to believe that all their troubles proceed from us.”
There was, simply, no room for compromise, because slaveholders demanded that everyone not merely accept but approve of slavery.
When you deal with bigots, racists, xenophobes and Nazis, compromise only makes you an embarrassment to humanity.
John Kelly is the perfect chief of staff for the pussy-grabbing babyman. His stupidity is only matched by he venality.
Attorney General Jeff Sessions is just a few public appearances away from demanding we bend the knee (and not in the protesting way), I can feel it.
On Tuesday, the Justice Department head gave a speech at Georgetown University’s law school, in which he tried out some shockingly bad propaganda on the invite-only audience, claiming, for instance that universities are attacking free speech. “The American university was once the center of academic freedom, a place of robust debate, a forum for the competition of ideas,” Sessions told the crowd. “But it is transforming into an echo chamber of political correctness and homogenous thought, a shelter for fragile egos.”
This coming from a delicate lily of the valley who got the vapors when California Sen. Camilla Harris asked him questions in his confirmation hearing:
“Why fiddle dee dee. I have such a delicate constitution and can’t possibly respond to your aggressive query. Lawdy, Lawdy, whatever am I going to do?!?! Somebody please bring me my smelling salts.”
NASA put together a 4K experience with the Sun about a year ago:
And 20 years ago, this song was released:
Even if you had a space suit that could withstand a few million degrees and incredible pressure to keep you alive, you can’t walk on the Sun. There’s no surface. It’s just a big ball of gas and plasma, mostly hydrogen.
Meanwhile, I can’t believe this song is 20 years old. That seems like a long time. But then, the sun is 4.6 billion years old, so from that perspective, the song just happened less than a fraction of a millisecond ago.