David Waldman is back, like Mondays, but more pleasant, except that it is still Monday, with him in it.

Greg Dworkin floats in on his Big Raft O’MFG X links! Nope... I won’t. Blue Sky, Threads or Daily Kos. Somebody’s techwiz has to fix this, not me.

You know who’s been smelling a little Vichy lately? Never Trumpers, reliable opiate to Dems until D’s Lame Duck in Perpetuity term… are now feeling like moving back with their ex... Bye, Felicias.

As our country advances to a stage 4, it becomes a bit harder to laugh about it. So then, let’s avert our gaze and instead focus on the ridiculous cabinet nominees, brought to you by recess appointments, brought to you by our present, not even future Trump SCOTUS.

Lowest hanging fruit in this regard might be considered Secretary of Defense nominee Pete Hegseth, although there is recent evidence mounting for hanging him higher. Drugging and raping allegations have surfaced, although Pete himself will tell you that if you drug them first, it isn’t rape, and if they were paid to forget, it didn’t happen. Pete is filled with Christian goodness; it says so right on his label.

The difference between 2016 and 2024 is that this time, the Oval Office orgies will be LIT. Markwayne Mullin used to think Matt Gaetz was a sexual predator but has since evolved to see Matt as more of a sexual colleague. As Health Secretary, RFK Jr. will probably ban synthetics at future White House bacchanals. Bob is against unhealthiness and will be sending anyone he finds hopped up to labor camps.