meanwhile at the circus

I read that Trump was disappointed in Kavanhaugh's performance on that Fox news interview and told him he wanted to see more fight out of him and that was what was behind the weeping and wailing.  But it's probably also true that the guy is naturally an asshole, he didn't seem to be faking it.

Surprisingly few details on the nature of this investigation so far.  Is Trump limiting the investigation?  Can he?  Won''t the FBI do whatever it wants?  Seems to me that the drinking will do him in, when you drink a lot, things happen. 

It's kind of a three ring circus.  The inner ring is the judiciary committee where the dems peeled Flake off from the reps to get a majority.  But the committee did end with recommending him which took it into the middle circle which is the senate where the target will be the blue dogs and Collins and Murkowski who might come over to the anti-Kavanhaugh side depending on their consciences and on their constituencies, who are the the outer circle.

It could be that the investigation could come up with nothing and that might strengthen the reps's odds of pushing their man through, but they were going to push him through anyway if Flake hadn't um, flaked, so the dems have lived to fight another day.

And how will the outcome effect the outer ring in 2018?  If Kavanhaugh makes it will that ignite the blue wave?  If he doesn't will that ignite the red wave? 

But then did he do it?  The question is if you had  to bet money (a sign that you are serious) which way would you bet?  I ask this question around and people begin to hedge and haw before they put their money down.  Most people come down on Ford's side, but I live in a blue city in a blue state.  Myself I am kind of in the middle,  Before the hearing I would have warily put my money on the Kavanhuagh side, but afterwards I am putting my money warily on the Ford side.


It was just a moment, but did either dog catch the expression on the other cow's face?  I'm not much for ducks and raccoons and cows, but I do have a soft spot for Canada geese.  Seems like when I first moved back here in 1987 they were still a little rare, a little cute.  I remember one Sunday a goose and her gander escorting their fluffy goslings across Hubbard Street in the back of the Mart while motorists on either side stopped and not a hand on a horn, just smiling faces.

Anymore they have come to be regarded as pests like pigeons (I like pigeons too), but I like the way they move in waves across open prairies like the buffalo of old, and the way they watch us warily, and don't back away from us without first giving it some thought.