Nancy White

The pinned post that I’ve dragged from Facebook to Twitter then Threads and now here. A bit threadbare.

When Natalie moves on and should she become a mother, I will be putting down earnest Kalshi money on her being investigated for Munchausen by proxy.

Trump’s Rosebud is the six-year-old girl who giggled when he couldn’t defeat the intricacies of “‘Run Spot, run.’ said Sally.” She is the ur-demon who called out his intellectual nakedness and she must be obliterated. That’s the whole story.

The biggest tactical problem this administration is trying to solve is how to bring the bodies back so that Trump’s attendance for the scores of dignified transfers will be an impossibility. Or maybe they will just claim that he no longer wishes to intrude on the families’ grief.

With the guarantee that life as he knows it will suffer no alteration, there is no upper limit on the number of other people’s children he’s willing to sacrifice.

I am nothing but cynical about the future of AI. Just imagining the LLM that is virtually running a private equity company presenting the board with its recent all-in investment in a uranium mine in Asbury Park after gobbling up a tasty kinescope library.

Read This: "Grade School Board Member Floats Wild Bid for Trumpy Rebrand" This makes me recall all my preteen and teenage years when I would listen to Jean Shepherd on WOR New York. His grammar school was named after Warren G Harding. Didn’t think that could be topped. I was wrong.

I’m on the horns of a dilemma. As much as I want Trump to expire in a puff of smoke, I also so want to enjoy his post-presidency when every protective scab, bandage, prosthetic, etc. is ripped off as the Arch, the Ballroom, his ranking and all symbols of his self-declared greatness are demolished.

I don’t understand why the Shah’s kid is a chess piece here. Makes as much sense as bringing back Bonnie Prince Charlie.

His very first award, “Dumbest Kid in the First Grade-Kew Forest School Division” needed to be re-upped.

Is Prestige Fascist TV a thing? Or is it Fascist Prestige TV. Asking for a friend.

"The arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice” and I’m pleased that Justice Kavanaugh is going find himself on the wrong side of that arc.

Today’s special wish is for the medical professional who administers Trump’s IVs to sorta miss a few times. They don’t even need to wink. We’ll know from huge wine dark hematoma on his hand. Do it for Alex.

Each ICE agent virtually reached through that window, dragged his fingers through the blood that clotted Renee’s face and then smeared his face with it. First kill of the season. The tradition must be honored. And now with today’s execution I assume they’ll all go out and get tattoos.

Don’t waste your time fact-checking these numbers, don’t engage Vance's vile propaganda as if he was advancing an argument in good faith. Call out the underlying political project: A violent, authoritarian blood-and-soil nationalism that defines “America” as a white Christian homeland.

On the bright side, he now has justification to style himself as Mountbatten-Windsor.

I wish I could transport myself back to around 1968 & appear, clothed in white samite, to my college crew & say, “Guys, I come from the future to proclaim that in 2025 you will walk the aisles of the ShopRite while listening to Dylan sing “Positively Fourth Street” over the intercom. Honest to God”

Brush up your Shakespeare or at least your W. C. Fields. www.nytimes.com/2025/11/07/u...

I know there are so many other worthy candidates, but might the OED consider “pre-notify” as a word of the year?

Almost perfect, but a parenthetical “No shoes. No shirt. No service.” would not be amiss.

Thoughts on the 25th: My unshakeable belief has been that Miller would wheel him around on a gold-plated hand truck until the end rather than lose his perch. I now think he’ll engineer it because it is inevitable and the only route to bind Vance to him.

Lucky 13 in my bingo card prognostications. You can stake the farm on this one. 13. Once Trump finishes his ballroom, expect him to subtly convert it into a wedding venue for the very connected he is wooing or those who have paid appropriate tribute. Pick the Platinum Plan & he DJs.

Pretty sure that his perpetual fate in whatever classy circle of Hell he’s consigned to will be to be dipped into a molten vat of gold. Read This: "Trump, 79, Rambles About Heaven While Insisting There’s No Other Reason to ‘Be Good’"

You spend some moments retreating into fantasy and the present still insists on having its say: “The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained, to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.” Michael Chabon

When the miracle of agglutination finally delivers us from this monster, he’ll be ushered into Hell’s Roast Garden with its flawless limestone floor heated to the temperature of magma. His curse will be endless attempts to be first to the omelet station with side-splitting (literally) consequences.

Name the test, any test, & he couldn’t pass it. Give him a test on grass, NYC building codes, the countries of the world. The chief reason he is such a psychological deformity is that he never had a taste of academic success. And his low IQ jibe is likely because that’s what he heard from his dad.

As I imagine what could be unfolding, I assume Prager, Hillsdale and the like are scrambling to expand their timelines & geographical focus for rewriting the historic record so that there are no lessons to be learned/parallels to be drawn from the Rump Parliament or the Babylonian Captivity.

You know how the Smithsonian has a special place in its heart for pop culture, e.g. Julia Child’s kitchen. When it gets to curate this demonic moment, you can count on this being in the display:

“The Grey Fox” & “O Brother, Where Art Thou?”

My band’s name will be Unacceptable Overreach.

These people would happily trample each other a’la the Black Friday door-opening at Wal*Mart for the honor of lighting the first crematorium.

Not necessarily thrilled by this, but the first photo beats the second. The modern counterpart will be a toddler in a Bluey t-shirt. In spite of everything, do we all think people are good?

I think of all the Gold Star mothers from my childhood, short years since they received that telegram. I didn’t know a thing about time or grief then and I probably know less today. May we escape the terrible vortex we find ourselves in today and continue to revere their sacrifice.

As they plotted in their swamp-based python-defended bunkers—yeah, yeah not necessary, but it gets them in the right mood—they were envisioning another Cromwell to champion P25 & lay waste the Republic. They end up with a malevolent knock-off animatronic Barnum and they said “This will work too.”

If you’re hiding your face, you aren’t law enforcement.

Re Hegseth: It’s one thing to be a moron. But to be a moron who hasn’t touched a proverbial hot stove and taken away the lesson that some performative acts e.g.using SCIFs, are worth the trouble is beyond coaching at this point.

www.nytimes.com/2025/03/26/h... You know how you don’t win the Nobel Prize? Denying life to vast populations.

Added to my bingo card predictions: 13. Security services from former allies will purposely neglect to share or at least slow walk actionable intelligence that could head off a terrorist plot against Trump.