It was said that the master kept a locked trunk under his bed containing a ledger recording all his debts. One time the tax assessor demanded to see this ledger, but it proved impossible to produce because the master had accidentally swallowed the key.—#TolstoysTalesofTrump
One day, as the master’s staff were summoned to hear an “important announcement,” they were surprised to find spiderwebs that spelled out clearly legible messages: “Some Master,” “Terrific Master,” and “Radiant Master.” #TolstoysTalesofTrump
It is possible (likely?) that Trump will be defeated in Nov. But even if there is a peaceful transfer of power, that will not be the end of Trumpism—a corrosive acid that has been injected into our cultural bloodstream. It will require years of reckoning and national detox.
On May 11 1973 charges against my father, Daniel Ellsberg, and co-defendant Tony Russo were dismissed for their copying of the Pentagon Papers, a Top Secret history of the Vietnam War. The judge cited massive government misconduct. My father had faced 115 years in prison.
Diary of a pandemic: Day 55. “Still no toaster. Today I had to resort to eating jam and butter with a spoon. Looked at the box of raw PopTarts but told myself I wasn’t that desperate yet.”
Diary of a pandemic. Day 56: “Today the children complained that their toaster waffles were still frozen. They are so innocent. How do I explain to them that we still have no toaster?
Diary of a pandemic. Day 56: “Today the children complained that their toaster waffles were still frozen. They are so innocent. How do I explain to them that we still have no toaster?
As a rule the master did not believe in washing his hands. Given the need that might arise to welcome visiting dignitaries, he said, “Do you think I’m going to shake hands with a Grand Duke, a Father Abbot, or even Mr Kim with wet hands? I don’t think so.” #TolstoysTalesofTrump