The Wages of Sin, Venial Edition

Now we see what it’s really gonna cost Tim Cook to gift gold and crystal baubles and a reported twenty-six million bucks (twenty-five from Apple, and one from his own personal stash) to one of the most depraved assholes in the history of the United States.

Today there are reports that His Imperial Stupidity now wants Tim Apple to take over as CEO of Nvidia in the wake of Jenson Huang’s ménage à trois with Xi Jinping and Huang Le.

Let no good deed go unpunished. That there’s the real golden rule of Realpolitik—even when the deed in question is obviously more ass-covering than good.

Exigencies

Apple created a new title, presumably dipped much more deeply into its compensation potpourri to hug Johny Srouji even more closely to itself, and all seemed to end well.

Then Jenson Huang was revealed to have a terminal problem with his zipper, and suddenly Nvidia has come calling, which puts Johny into play again. Whatever must one do now to build a moat around the talent? Has Hollywood finally fully arrived in Silicon Valley?

Yeah, you bet your overpriced asses it has, and you’re only now waking up to it? Shame on you. The singularity may or may not be in the offing, but until we know how it’s gonna go in the end, you’re all still kinda, sorta human, and keeping it in one’s pants is as large a part of the dynamics of power as it ever was. Mazel Tov!

Choices

Let’s see now…. Will it be The Battle Hymn of the Republic atop the playlist this morning, or Happy Days Are Here Again? To be honest, I’m not much of a fire-breathing 19th Century Protestant, and I’m thinking happy is a bit hyperbolic at this point, so I don’t know. One thing I’m sure of, though—it won’t be Sympathy for the Devil, all due respect to the Rolling Stones notwithstanding.

Josh Hawley Redux

I’ve made an interesting, if not altogether surprising discovery in watching YouTube snippets of Jack Smith’s torment in the Senate Judiciary Committee’s latest kangaroo court proceedings. It seems that Josh Hawley isn’t just a weasel, but is also, along with John Kennedy (the Dixie John Kennedy), a tireless purveyor of professional grade stupidity. Such people should not exist, although the wise person does have to make allowances for living in a universe which seems to find our entire species faintly ridiculous.

Election Day…

…a day to bring confusion to our enemies. As you vote, remember that we didn’t choose to be their enemies. They chose to punish us for being who we are. That was a mistake, and today is an opportunity to show them what that mistake will cost them if they persist in it. We should take advantage of our opportunity gladly, but if, at the end of the day, we should prevail, let us remember not to gloat, but to keep on keeping on until the last of our tormentors finds something more honorable to do with their lives.

After Tomorrow….

If the polls are right this Monday morning, it’s probably time for Donald Trump to start thinking about where he can go in a couple of years, assuming he lives long enough to go anywhere but Hell.

Europeans won’t let him in, and he hates them anyway. Putin will drop him like the used tissue that he is, so Russia is out. How about where Idi Amin went? I’m sure that with his son-in-law Jared smoothing the way, the Saudis would let him spend a bit of what he’s stolen from us to build a Mar-a-Lago replica in the sand somewhere outside Riyadh. (It is kinda like Hell, Arabia Deserta, right? Hell with the fire out, so to speak.) And if Jared proves up to the task of negotiating just one more fabulous deal, I’m sure Satan won’t mind waiting a bit longer for the Donald and his gilded hotel blueprints to make their way to the real place.