A few things happened this week: the Rocker and Aunt Kiki moved into their new home; the Bride and Groom returned from their beach vacation; and we got our Certificate of Occupancy (CO) for the casita. We also escorted my sister Kay to Costco, again. These were not small tasks. But in the middle of ordering a sleeper sofa and finding just the right painting to hang in the casita’s tiny kitchen, I did read a bit about the rescheduled White House Correspondents’ Association Dinner (WHCAD).
What a jerk! Mr T was only too happy to bring his revenge tour to the people he calls “fake news.’ He attacked the incredibly handsome Senator Jon Osoff, spewed vitriol at Kaitlan Collins telling her she should smile more like some deranged domestic abuser, and threw his hands up in mock surrender when the Wall Street Journal received their award for investigating Mr T’s relationship with Jeffrey Epstein. CNN’s Wold Blitzer said out loud in front of one and all:
“Trump quickly filed a $20 billion lawsuit against The Journal, revealing reporter Khadeeja Safdar’s home address. Her family had to be relocated. The Journal was kicked off of Air Force One.” https://www.nytimes.com/2026/07/25/us/politics/trump-white-house-correspondents-dinner-speech.html?unlocked_article_code=1.1FA.5UQO.jluP4muk5KgI&smid=url-share
Let’s not forget his DOJ’s subpoenas of NYTimes reporters that was just quashed! Someone said this dinner was like a celebration of firefighters where the arsonist was invited to give the keynote speech. I’m beginning to question the need for a WHCAD. It’s a relic of the golden days of journalism, where mostly men with cigars clamped between their teeth sought to aggrandize themselves in the political halls of power. They could get dressed up and poke fun at the politicians they covered, because there was an unspoken agreement. Big secrets could be kept, like FDR’s wheelchair, for the greater good.
That all ended with Watergate.
Just for a moment, let’s compare and contrast another American president’s character this past week. If you’ve been following along with the WNBA, you may be aware of the slow social media rumble around another Kaitlan – Caitlin Clark. After a black player appeared to have hit her in the throat and a foul wasn’t called, a number of Republicans jumped in to write the league a letter! Imagine that, they can’t condemn their own president but they sure want to ‘protect’ their token white player.
“As Commissioner, you have an obligation to ensure that every player competes in a safe and professional environment, both on and off the court, free from violence, discrimination, or retaliation,” the letter said. “If discrimination or retaliation is occurring and creating a hostile work environment, we support any appropriate investigation by the Department of Justice, the Department of Labor, or the Equal Employment Opportunity Commission. If true, such conduct could constitute violations of federal civil rights laws.” https://www.theguardian.com/sport/2026/jul/09/republicans-ask-wnba-to-protect-caitlin-clark-from-possible-racially-motivated-attacks
Then this week President Barrack Obama stopped by a WNBA practice session at the new Presidential Library in Chicago. He put his arm around Clark, the Fever’s 24-year-old guard, and told her not to listen to all the noise (race baiting). He said she’s young to have so much fame happening and it’s hard; that she’s an excellent player, and she shouldn’t lose the joy of playing, she needs to keep hooping! He said, “You’re always hooping, and you’re on a nice little run right now.”
He didn’t tell her to smile more.
I was crying last night while chopping red onions for the mango tomatillo salsa I’m bringing to a Mahjongg birthday party today. We’ll chat about the skunk that’s discovered my bird feeder and politely ask for a Joker exchange, as usual. Bob always gets to chop up the mangoes.
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