Originally published at: Republicans’ Red-Scare-Meets-Islamophobia Midterms Strategy Gets More Desperate
Nancy Mace Mixes Her Faux Feminism With Fresh Islamophobia In today’s edition of Where Things Stand, I want to unpack a few examples of the Republican midterms messaging strategy that we’re tracking as the party grasps at increasingly dangerous and racist threads to campaign on in lieu of any cohesive policy platform. President Trump has,…
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Your transgender vegan granddaughter will ride to your house on her electric bicycle and pour public school kitty litter through your mail slot while reciting the Das Kapitalinshallahada if you don’t vote for Ken Paxton. It’s true. I paid Trump $1,000,000 to have the presidential daily briefing forwarded to my hotmail account every morning.
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transgender, vaccine free vegan granddaughter…
FIFY
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NBC News has the details on Meta billionaire Mark Zuckerberg’s yacht ignoring distress calls from a small skiff in the same waters as the billionaire’s yacht off the coast of Alaska last week. Instead, a 42-year-old tour boat called
Wilderness Legacy stepped in to aid the boat in distress. Per NBC:And when the captain of the tour boat announced Zuckerberg’s cutting-edge cruiser, which cost between $300 million and $390 million to construct, had been closer to the stricken skiff and hadn’t answered the radio call for help, “there was near unanimous booing,” passenger Michael Love posted on Bluesky.
I am sure Zuck would have acted if it had been the Koru (Jeff Bezo’s yacht) and they had been out of gray poupon., Zuck doesn’t help the little people.
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When one’s political opponents are all communists, marxists, socialists, jihadists, etc it means none of them are because no thinking person buys it.
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I’ll enter here, in this quiet corner of TPM. Reminder, Axel is mch. (I’ve had no time to follow up on fixing my computer woes and, besides, all the IT folks seem to be on vacation, before the onslaught of students.)
My day today was all about a funeral for the 7-year old boy who died when he and his bicycle were hit by a car. (Well, my last few days have been.) His grandmother is someone I have known for years, more an acquaintance, but we always seemed to click, as she did with so many people. A lovely, wonderful woman. And two of our children were good friends, esp. in high school. In fact, after each had graduated (from a different) college and found themselves in NYC, they rented an apartment together. And later ended up marrying their college sweethearts. And kept in touch.
Long story short, he ended up living and working here in town, where he and his wife were raising their three children. Last Thursday, their 7-year-old son was riding his bicycle, which he’d just gained some mastery of, and was hit and killed by a car (the driver almost certainly not at any fault – pity the poor driver, too).
Such a sucker punch, gut wrenching to the whole community, the whole county. Young and some older lives get cut short here, as everywhere, by gun violence, for instance. Potential unrealized. But this little boy’s death is really hitting home.
Hundreds of people turned out for his funeral service at the synagogue, where the two officiating rabbis made a point of explaining Jewish death traditions to the assemblage, many (maybe most) of whom were not Jewish. Many of us followed to his interment. I’ve attended a number of Jewish funerals in my time, but never of a child. This one was as beautiful as it was painful. I poured my bit of earth on his casket.
It has just occurred to me that my daughter, baptized a Methodist with a Jewish godmother (funny things happen), will probably receive a Jewish burial. (Though she has never converted but is raising, with her husband, their children Jewish.) I doubt she has thought ahead about that. Today was hard for her. She’s in the midst of her own health worries. Her son is also seven and proudly riding his bike. I’m thinking now of when she and her BFF since kindergarten, a pediatrician with three children of her own, no less, found each other today. The way they clung to each other, her friend’s fingers clinging to my daughter’s back. And, since I know my daughter, hers clinging to her BFF’s back.
Today confirmed what I have thought a number of times before. I want a Christian observance when I die, one that includes the mourner’s kaddish.
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My thoughts are with you. Must be a very hard day. For all.
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