A belated happy Easter. It didn’t quite sneak up on me, but it also kinda did. Kate, her boyfriend two other friends came over for brunch. One of us was a vegan, so that was a challenge, but extra-firm tofu can be dressed up a million ways. I made frittatas for the five non-vegans, a bunch of sweet potato hash with the tofu, fried potatoes, a nice Meyer lemon cake. It was fine. Food is never the most important part of a party; the company is. It was good company, and we had a nice time.
I did, anyway.
But I did fall asleep on the couch after everyone left, or at least dozed while watching “Michael Clayton” for the twelve thousandth time.
God, I remember holidays when they were the occasion for a genuine unplug, especially one that falls on a weekend, but we can’t do that anymore, can we? Not if you want to be a conscientious citizen:
That guy could ruin… anything. I don’t even have a metaphor. And yet, here we are, surrounded by cowards and toadies and hand-wringers, and somewhere out there is a monster who will assume the weight of that straw and, back broken, start planning — or stop planning and start implementing — a plan to damage as many Americans as possible. But the shithead will be cosseted behind layers of security. Someone else will suffer, and he won’t care. It’s just how he is.
So I don’t have much for you today. Let’s wait for Real Spring to arrive and hope for the best.
Jeff Borden said on April 6, 2026 at 8:40 am
It’s always pissed me off that the people who blunder into a nuclear apocalypse will be safely in a luxury bunker while the proles dine on roasted cockroaches in the hell scape above ground.
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Icarus said on April 6, 2026 at 10:23 am
Jeff, that is literally the plot of Fallout, a video game that has been turned into a TV series on Amazon Prime. Good show, scary premise.
I clicked over to The ‘ho Show on Today in nn.c history and wow, so many commenters that have faded away.
I’ve followed this site since Eric Zorn shared it on his now-defunct Change of Subject blog, but didn’t start contributing until many years later. At first, it wasn’t my cup of tea, but as I got older, well, guess what.
Easter turned out fine for us. My wife’s side are Trump voters (though not diehard supporters; they wouldn’t vote for a Democrat if their lives depended on it), but we managed to avoid politics.
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Deborah said on April 6, 2026 at 10:36 am
Icarus “if their lives depended on it” could be closer than we think.
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Mark P said on April 6, 2026 at 10:53 am
I think maybe the end-times people are right. Trump is not the antichrist, he’s the second coming:
“ Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.”
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Dorothy said on April 6, 2026 at 11:08 am
Michael Clayton – I inwardly groaned with pleasure when I saw you mentioned the movie. It’s the best. When Tilda Swinton drops to her knees in stunned and speechless reaction to Michael’s speech to her – it’s just tremendous. The only bad part is that you have to wait til the end of the movie to see it. I’m not complaining. It’s worth the wait.
Pea-brained Putrid Pussyman never ever considers what the consequences of his actions could be. Just once I wish something would come back to bite him in the ass, in his crotch, in his fingers so he can’t type anymore, in his face so we don’t have to see it anymore. I’m not wishing bad things on anyone in his family, I promise, but wouldn’t it just be fitting if something did? And even then he would not connect the two.
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