Postcard from the Miasma
There really is no need to take down all the street signs identifying us as The Swamp, though it would better be described as a Miasma this week, the mists and mysteries are very deep.
The Supreme Court still lives by the old rhythms of the sleepy southern town nestled to the muddy bosom of the Potomac. Anyone with sense got out of here in the summer- the advent of reliable air conditioning may have doomed the Republic.
The Court is right to leave- these are trying times. The High Court rules that unions cannot take dues from employees who do not wish to pay them. Naturally, it will impact the public sector hardest.
Yesterday, the Supremes supported the Administration’s travel ban. It was trumpeted as a triumph, though the ban is a porous one. I guess we will see.
That FBI guy with the short name with all the consonants is testifying to Congress as we speak. Or type. All that continues to roll on, while the furor over the Immigration situation and demonstrations about almost everything reminds me a lot of 1968, the year we tried, with some success, to burn down America’s cities.
I don’t have a good feeling about all this. But, having a wonderful time as always. Wish you were here.
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