Talking heads rebuff talking heads, who rebuff more talking heads, but none of it is heady stuff, like the musical Talking Heads, (maybe getting back together, re-evolving?) Instead, politico speak that’s even more politicized. So we all need to listen with our heads, and have our ears meet up with our brains.

This may be a case of he said versus he said, countered with what a third said, maybe about both, politically speaking. Trash talking … But not Bird vs. Magic. Maul and ball like Lakers with Lorry. But rather, irrelevantly irreverent while wacky remarks as a press conference meets slapstick of sorts with flinging of muddy, bloodied names across prime air space and conference tables long as runways by three or more warring factions, winner take a Mexican standoff. Nobody wins … Wisk away the waif.

— So did Musk call Trump a melonhead. Or the other way around. The marriage of Edonald, as I have called the two-headed monster, is over. Lines were drawn and crossed, and we’ll have to see about redrawn. Meanwhile are rockets now glaring red, since contracts for X and its ilk are being X’ed out — does this mean the ships that just left the stratosphere will like tariffed-warships and immigranted-buses have to turn around and come back? Talk about a re-entry.

And some of that money to be lost by Musk could have ended up in the hands of the Dems he formerly fought, as he now has jumped ship and said he might back their candidacies with funding like he did for Trump, before the feud with Trump over more money, that in the Big Beautiful Bill that Musk now says is overspending, and hey, depending on which side of the aisle you sit, they’ve typically painted that as a Dem thing, and now Musk and his billions sound like he’s taking on a Democratic stance. Got all that?

If you’re someone sitting in the pews, of your modest home, not the White House, all this may come down to whether you dislike either Trump or Musk or both. There are three different possibilities, and maybe it’s not all or nothing.

But for this minute in the ever shifting sands of current Washington time, it remains he said, she said, at a level never seen in politics, will mean no longer stay the course for the sayers. —

So, this tale is about Trump about Putin about Mr. Z, as I will call him, and God forbid and I bless him, as a Dr. Zhivago? Back and forth, like pols. And not a power trio. Or are they?? (And forget Zepp and Purple and Priest, this is a new unholy trinity, wholly taken, as only one of these men is devout, much less a church-goer, and unless speaking up we also end up tagging along behind, though singing hymns of praise, if we follow their agenda(s). Wish becomes want becomes need, another paradoxical triad, if you are the right pardonable person. And spouse makes three involved.

So to dig into the dirt: Putin calls Trump a cretin, much so like a week or so back, after Trump was miffed after Putin’s big missile strike, taking away all the flack from the Big, Beautiful Budget Bill, many pounds of it setting behind the table, not read on into the day. Mr Z chimed in, like an off-chorus guitar, but saying accurately I must say, that Putin was a moron after often understating how much more territory was actually made into mulch. Trump, as he often does, fired back for whatever reason, that the duo each were off by a diminutive dose of decimeters, as he would bloody well share a quite-good-pint-over-coffee-conversation with Putin. Mr. Z shot in return that both were dunces.

Trump reciprocated by slapping more tariffs on both of them. Putin said, in turn, that maybe Canada could step in, again, and save the energy grid of the whole world, his country included, by shipping in some power as it has or had done for the US, as in electricity. Trump charged asleep at the wheel, while singing along to the radio, and pundits punditted if he was talking about auto tariffs.

Mr Z said they were all as nuts as China, then retracted that by using an electronic device he bought from China, saying they were as dumb as a fox, then thought about Fox News and again rethought his thought.

Elon Musk, before said to depart but who really knows, made the news (a last time?) by saying that the Big Bad Much Bantied About Beautiful Budget Bill was bunk. And where is Biden? Now bantying in?

The pennies or maybe dimes, not dollars involved, in low-value minutia tariffs that will still effect many millions, were thus harmonized by Trump, (and by some all of it is linked to aiding the opening of a synthetic opioid chain?), de minimis, and that’s only China, which they debunked in a statement, as bald-faced blah, blah, blah becomes more blah, blah, blah …

Who woulda thunk it?

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