Celebrating Christmas 2018 While Slouching Towards Bethlehem


McConnell’s message to Trump: pick a Mattis 2.0 as Secretary of Defense, or we won’t confirm your nominee.

But Trump isn’t going to find a Mattis 2.0 who would be willing to serve.

And if such a person did step forward, Trump would not select him as the nominee.

So from this point on, it’s going to be Trump and whatever toady generals he can find, who will be running American foreign policy.

Meanwhile, as of this writing, we appear to be headed for a government shutdown for which Trump claims credit but from which he has no exit plan.

Over at the Justice Department, despite all the confusing reporting about recusal or no recusal, the prosecutorial machine grinds relentlessly onward.


Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?