The star of Wednesday's hearing was, of course, Rep. Elijah Cummings of Inner Baltimore. I have been calling him "The Prophet" since I observed him during some steroid hearings, oh, back a few years. He was always righteous with smarmy ballplayers and he remains righteous with smarmy politicians trying to smear an already-smarmy enforcer.
In his emotional wrap-up speech, The Prophet addressed our better selves. May people listen to him.
Michael Cohen managed more dignity than most members of the Republican minority, admitting his crimes and often displaying a lawyer's wits we did not know he possessed.
Most of the Republicans, most notably Jim Jordan, were a collection of Paulie Walnuts of "Sopranos" fame -- that is, menacing without even a hint of some attractive or interesting trait.
I did love Rep. Clay Higgins of southern Louisiana, thick and balding, addressing Cohen as "Good Sir" in his lush accent. Higgins was formerly a member of the Military Police and also an officer in Louisiana; he seemed a character made for a series of Cajun noir novels, followed by gritty films. If Clay Higgins did not exist, a writer would lust to invent him.
The real object of the hearing was 12 time zones away, not far enough. Fortunately, most Democrats on the committee, however wordy, wasting chunks of their five minutes with stream of consciousness, gave Cohen a forum for his damning details about Trump. Thank you "Good Sir."
(This is what I wrote earlier about Robert Kraft of the Super Bowl champs, another Trumpite in the News:)
Robert Kraft wanted to see me at halftime of a Patriots playoff game.
It was important enough that he enrolled an NFL official to escort me from the press box to his luxury box, halfway around a stadium bulging with tanked-up fans.
I was taken through a crowded reception, full of hoi-polloi millionaires and power brokers, where I was introduced to Myra Kraft, his wife, philanthropist and social conscience. She would pass in the summer of 2011; people in Boston speak glowingly of her.
I was taken to an inner-inner sanctum, where Kraft wanted me to see the Super Bowl trophy as well as three special guests.
“These are my best friends,” Kraft told me. “I think you know them.”
I knew one of them.
“My Queens home boy,” I said, nodding to a guy who had grown up a very crucial half mile from me, whom I knew from the old United States Football League.
Donald Trump nodded, vaguely. He is not good at normal interpersonal relations, but I already knew that. Small talk, politeness, makes him fidget. So we sort of acknowledged each other. (I knew he was a germaphobe so we did not shake hands.)
Another “best friend” was Alan Dershowitz who, as I recall, shook my hand politely.
The third “best friend” was a network biggie (no, you have not seen his name in sordid headlines lately) who kind of glowered at me and grunted and stayed away.
Kraft ushered me over to the Super Bowl trophy and we had our photo taken. The New York Times was clearly important to him, yet another trophy, yet another accomplishment.
I can’t remember what year it was, whether we knew that Kraft had taken off his Super Bowl ring to show to a former KGB thug named Vladimir Putin, who walked away with it.
I was thinking about Kraft’s inner sanctum this week as he got in a bit of trouble for having his chauffeur take him to a low-scale mall in Florida. Right now he is charged with two felonies for patronizing the sexual favors available from Chinese immigrants/captives in a nail salon.
This follows hearings about the gratuitous plea bargain for a sordid Florida guy named Jeffrey Epstein, who apparently preferred very young women. His name has been linked to Alan Dershowitz, Bill Clinton and Donald Trump. Epstein’s light treatment was facilitated by R. Alexander Acosta, now Trump’s secretary of labor.
Quite a crowd.
The current thinking is that Bob Kraft will get off with a fine and community service.
(Sorry. I don’t have time to type any more right now. Got to watch the Cohen hearing and see what else Our Leader has been up to.)
2/27/2019 05:43:12 pm
You were probably the only normal and rational person in that room at Foxboro. Birds of a feather always flock together.
2/28/2019 04:44:11 pm
Alan: Gracias. Bueno viaje.
3/1/2019 12:44:43 pm
Altenir J. Silva
2/27/2019 08:47:21 pm
2/27/2019 09:36:13 pm
2/28/2019 04:49:15 pm
Randy: I was just visiting a class at my alma mater today, and a student asked about memorable politicians I had met. On my feet, I came up with a delightful autumn day in Tennessee in 1972, running around with Sen. Howard Baker and his batman, Fred Thompson. They were fun to be around, intelligent adults, and from a horrible distance, old-guard Republicans, thoroughly admirable. How low we have fallen. GV
2/28/2019 04:46:30 pm
Altenir: I read that article. He seems to have no regrets over convincing nearly half this addled country that Trump has some business sense, and an adult personality.
2/28/2019 05:11:31 pm
GV, I give Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez-Cortez an A+. She was calm, concise, to the point, no histrionics, and her questions set the stage for legal action in MY and USA.
2/28/2019 07:31:58 pm
2/28/2019 08:42:10 pm
Tony Schwartz is an interesting guy. He owns the small building he lives in and he purchased the appliances for the rental apartments.
2/28/2019 06:22:03 pm
2/28/2019 09:10:25 pm
Ed: as always, you are right. You've been to those hearings, you know how most pols need two minutes of verbal throat-clearing to get to the point. She was prepared. Marianne noticed she was taking notes while the pol ahead of her was blathering. AOC knew what she wanted...just like beating an established pol last fall. What a great public impression for her first major hearing....
2/28/2019 09:16:29 pm
3/9/2019 01:50:21 am
To Kraft I suspect you were a sort of trophy. Not to be put on the top shelf because that honor is reserved for the likes of Trump and the network exec and “real” celebrities. You are probably one or two shelves below in the Kraft personal trophy case. I wonder if this violated some draconian NYT poicy? I also wonder if Kraft’s pal Dershowitz is helping him out with his massage parlor matter?
3/7/2019 10:50:48 am
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“I don’t think people understand how Covid affects older Americans,” Mr. Caretti said with frustration. “In 2020, there was this all-in-this-together vibe, and it’s been annihilated. People just need to care about other people, man. That’s my soapbox.”
---Vic Caretti, 47, whose father recently died of Covid at 85.
---From an article by Paula Span, who covers old age for the NYT, which currently has 2646 comments, the majority criticizing the American public – and public officials – for acting as if the pandemic is “over.”
Classic wishful thinking, at a lethal level.