There is a gap, in logic, and it has nothing to do with shopping for clothes. Or gifts. (Insert Trojan Horse reference?) Black Friday is still a ways off. And there are precious little number of games, much less gems, to be seen at the sports bar, right now. So what to view? All that glitters is gold, for Trump and his hyped meeting with the crown prince, that was until we got to watch The Epstein Files come crashing down on him. Unless there is a last-minute filing … (Congress just voted to release.)

We have a gap. And not just in redacted info that’s blackened out, as in names of those who are stars, or not, and other non-important stuff. Like political figures.

Go figure. The World Series is done, Wild hockey has just gotten going, Monday Night Football was last night so now there’s a break until Thursday, but no Super Bowl in sight, basketball is only in mid-stream and trout season does not open for some time, and mega ice fishing, even when it arrives, will have to combat global warming, so we putter around, but golf is done for the year, and soccer’s FIFA finale was back in July …

But we do have MAGA to entertain us. They of course, can fly to a far-flung course. The crown prince has graced us with his presence from Saudi-land — and seemed unimpressed — and in a sport that’s loved as much as golf in that desert’s oasis, one of soccer’s most known players is set to visit the White House, too. MBS and more such BS.

So for now, as far as actually something to watch, it’s … live coverage of the Epstein Files vote. (The House just approved its release of more of the files, following the first batch. The matter now moves on to the Senate — whipped past there also — now just waits for Trump’s signature.) Not to be confused with the X Files. Too creepy.

But seriously folks …

Trump now backs the Epstein docs release. Two possible reasons, I can cite. From the psych and strategy doc …This way he can have his cake and eat it too by taking credit for the release, and looking like a good guy. He can still blame the Democrats for the matter even being an issue, if he spins it right. He already is using circumstances regarding this “release” that had become a foregone conclusion, which when it comes right down to it was not a matter of if, but when, to distract from other matters, or scandals, that are brewing.

Trump has had some victories lately, where he showed his prowess, even if it is a narrow skill set. He again has now drawn high praise, amid the other rumblings, for trying to successfully broker another Israel-Hamas deal, which just gained a UN OK, for example. And the idea to cap the annual cost of living increase in social security benefits, for highest income recipients, in a reversal of course, does not seem like a bad idea, even if it helps fund other questionable things. Give him credit when it is due.

But this begs a question.

When analyzing his messaging and other messages, it can be hard to determine just what Trump’s constituency is, exactly. He can, or at least seem to, often really turn off his hardcore base, like when he publicly degraded the general intelligence and character of a former colleague who has a prominent pro-police stance. (Or was that the second or third person he degraded in record time.) Is this not the same man who demands that police officers be allowed into many major cities with a mission of, essentially, solving most of their problems. This, for him, would seem like common ground.

He has broken ties with the major-former-supporter-and-deep-south-legislator. Twas the night the light went out in Georgia.

He even, again, misspelled and changed her name. She E-licited numerous death threats. Trump, nah, yesterday’s news.

Per that state, in many cases, in song: “Don’t trust a soul and no backwards southern lawyer.

“As the judge at the trial has a lot of things on his head.”

And as far as names, and name calling, Trump redacted and revisited, calling the female reporter who dared ask about such files, the “Piggy” name, an insult even to those who are not “asking” for it.

The man in the dark …

More people should educate themselves by watching C-Span and the like.

During such live coverage of the shutdown debates or non, (remember that?) this token House member was spotted (by me at random) standing near the middle of a 25-foot-wide open area in front of the podium, closer to the main group over there of just over a dozen people, than over to another man who stood alone. The first guy walked over, with red tie front and center, and shook hands. He then talked to him while making lots of hand gestures and the other man listened with arms placed behind him, (clue?) for about two minutes. When another couple, a man and a woman, came over, the tie-guy lingered for a moment, then hobbled away slowly, staying relatively close to the other man. The Thin Man.

This observational comparison teams with one I’ll make of a photo of the current and now much more elaborate and high-priced Oval Office, compared to what it looked like prior to our Trump. Today was the day that he threw it on back at you — as it is ablaze with gold on all sides and from front to ceiling and even makes up all of the desk that you could see — compared to a photo it teamed with displaying the much-less-decked-out version from earlier years. An online commentator asked — simply — viewers to message him with which type of the office they liked best, and described today’s version as “ornate,” and said nothing more.

I thought if doing his job, he should at least offer some more verbiage to describe the wonder we were beholding, but no. (Keep in mind that His Office, and not in the john as that’s even more gold, had its plans scaled back when presented to presidential advisors. Gold doesn’t float.)

So I will give those glittering words.

Across the wide shelf about five feet high in back of the desk’s flooring — I think it was raised a couple of steps beforehand — were about five tea-cup-type-things, or were some of them garnished with garish urns, every one very big and all ordained with the metal of choice.

Now getting back to the bathroom that looks like thus and beyond, and was made for vintage era Queen Victoria when she so famously was said to sit on her “throne” while smoking joints, for pain relief mind you, its fixtures were not as elaborate as where Trump sits when he uses his pen to sign great big beautiful bills. There in another such photo is not as overtly much spacing between the toilet and the window, the granted ritzy-but-not-rough-around-the-edges bathroom mirror seems near regular size, and the shelves below are not numerous. Only that one “stall.”

Back to the bad bubba picture, as announced, it’s buffoonery. Disclaimer, meant for Public: I have little problem with graphic and even explicit humor, as long as it is indeed humorous and intelligent. But this is just blowin’ in the wind.

It’s no joke. The idea of a joke is to actually be a bit funny, and this communicae set the bar so low it is likely located in hell, if you get my snowless drift, even in the lowbrow days of South Park humor, which though not profound at least creeps up toward that level on occasion. At least they can spell.

All Mr. Mark, saying Putin might have the photo too — so for the first time to separate himself from his brother on the matter, literally, added is that it was a private joke not meant for public disposal. Then all he has to do is come right out and say it, and/but he appears to be embarrassed by the content — Bill is not Bubba. Four words. Like this: Not meant for public viewing. Oh wait, that’s five. Instead Mr. Mark issues a non-denial that is the most non-denying in the history of non-denials, and still goes on at length. In J School they used to say no sentence should be more than 30 words. This pushes that rule, or even breaks it. As do I. The difference is that I actually say something, not ramble on with a run-on and in the final analysis, Mr. Mark manages to say virtually nothing.

And if something violates all of these cardinal rules and more, why even send it in the first place? So many celebs get caught with their pants down, then cry foul, when they indeed were the ones that pulled them down, themselves. (The conflagged collection of data, or just he said, she said, tossed back and forth, is only matched by the latest matter in the news about The Kardashians.) Why even transmit these photos? These transmissions are more actively tracked by reporters and the public alike than those from Mars — now that with budget cuts, space exploration has little to do with NASA and is nothing more than celebs spending money with spacey X that-actually-is/was-sent-to-be-used-for-Trump-legal-bills — and which has more credibility? Just kidding. Better say that.

The Bubba Files appear to be actually earlier in its actuality than AI, so they can’t use that excuse. What year beforehand, when old Bill could get it up? There’s nothing more lame duck than a languishing limp dick president, the latest one. Servants, bring thus to us, tea for a couple of blue-wing teals in fancy cups. (More likely red-wing blackbirds, or better yet, red-tailed hawks, minus Cheney.) And don’t forget a pint for Putin. It has long been speculated that the Russian leader has something to hold over Trump’s head. It would seem to show. And one would think people would be more concerned about the alleged crimes against little girls than alleged consentual sex depicted between two men.

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