Mueller’s investigation of Trump is going too far (opinion) – CNN

Case of stopped clock right twice a day? This from CNN:

(CNN)Last month, when President Donald Trump was asked by The New York Times if special counsel Robert Mueller would be crossing a line if he started investigating the finances of Trump and his family, the President said, “I think that’s a violation. Look, this is about Russia.”

The President is absolutely correct. Mueller has come up to a red line in the Russia 2016 election-meddling investigation that he is dangerously close to crossing.

Former federal prosecutor whom CNN gives time, space too periodically, has his say, more of which here.

Mueller Investigation — Impeachment Could Be Where Grand Jury Leads | National Review

The end game:

These columns have lamented the Justice Department’s assignment of a prosecutor to investigate the president without specifying a crime or the factual basis for a criminal investigation.

We’ve also observed that no indictable crime is required to trigger impeachment proceedings. Neither, we now note, is a provable crime a prerequisite for the issuance of a grand-jury report.

Thus, the question arises: Is Special Counsel Robert Mueller’s impaneling of a new grand jury in Washington step one in the impeachment of President Donald Trump?

Fair question, that. McCarthy expatiates.

I decided to call Robert Mueller’s prosecutors a wrecking crew . . .

. . . Looked it up and found no one Google cares about was calling them that.

However, Google did find something similar, at GQ [onetime Gentleman’s Quarterly], where it’s a “suicide squad,” tho nothing in the story justifies that designation, which GQ itself says “sucks.” (So why use it? I do not know.)

Anyhow, an earlier article, like the “suicide squad” article bubbling over with (gentlemanly) praise and respect, calls them a “Murderer’s Row.”

Other possibilities come to mind: The Hunting Party (shouting “Tally ho,” (there goes the red-headed s.o.b., let’s get him).

Or: The Gashouse Gang (1934 St. Louis Cardinals: using “rough and tumble tactics”) . . .

The list goes on, or it could . . .

Just watched Cubs manager do it again, like in last game of World Series . . .

. . . Leave a star pitcher in too long. 

On the mound: Jon Lester allowed three runs on six hits over 6 2/3 innings before being removed in the seventh.

After throwing over a hundred pitches getting bombed by Nats’ heavy hitters for whom it was batting practice, leaving Cubs with a one-run lead after leading 4-1.

Which fell apart almost immediately, the Washington bombers came back next inning with five more runs, then shut Cubs down the rest of it.

All in all, not a good sign, says this amateur observer of our lovable team. And maybe it didn’t matter anyhow. that leaving a pitcher in too long. Just hope I don’t sound too much like Pope Francis, saying what do I know?

Gosh, even Norman Lear’s a snowflake

He’s offended.

Television icon Norman Lear, the writer and producer of classic sitcoms including “All in the Family” and “Sanford and Sons,” said he won’t attend a White House reception when he’s honored at the Kennedy Center later this year, citing his disapproval of President Trump and his administration’s policies.

Wants more gummint support (money) for the arts — ones that can’t make it on their own, apparently.

Or: At 95 he doesn’t get around like he used to.

Catholic mass-goers of 2017 vs. those of 1962

In case you wonder what you’re missing (or, as it happens, glad you’re not):

Old Mass vs. New Mass
Compare…
Traditional Latin Mass
With …
Modern Mass at your parish
Atmosphere of Reverent Worship:
Peaceful, otherworldly atmosphere. Emphasis on individual “lifting his heart & mind to God.” Members of congregation direct attention to God, not each other.
Social, Classroom, Entertainment Atmosphere:
Constant standing, sitting, amplified noise; atmosphere like a public meeting. Emphasis on “instruction.” Socializing in church before & after service, and handshaking during.
Profound Reverence for Real Presence:
Sixteen genuflections. The hands of the priest alone touch the consecrated host. Communion given only on tongue.
Indifference, Irreverence towards Real Presence:
Only three genuflections required. Lay men & women distribute communion. Communion given in hand – a practice protestants introduced to deny Christ’s Real Presence.
Fidelity to Catholic Doctrine:
Over the course of a year, presents all facets of Catholic doctrine.
Systematic Omission of Catholic Doctrines:
New prayers systematically omit references to hell, judgement, punishment for sin, merits of the Saints, the one true Church, the souls of the departed & miracles.

That’s not the half of it . . . 

Shady prosecutor, eh?

Dem governor turns Republican, in broad daylight:

An extra twist of the knife for Democrats: He did it alongside President Trump, at a rally in West Virginia. . . . With one politician’s decision to switch parties, Democrats now hold a record-low number of governorships — and Republicans hold a record high.”

This is why they’ve got so much invested in leaks and shady prosecutors.

The party of leaks is leaking governors. Tsk.

Al “Getting Pudgy” Gore uses energy like there’s no tomorrow . . .

. . . Has been pushing the apocalypse idea for so long he’s beginning to believe it.

On Friday, Al Gore’s sequel to “An Inconvenient Truth” – “An Inconvenient Sequel: Truth to Power” – arrives in movie theaters across the country. But there’s another inconvenient sequel worth noting and, like most sequels, this one is even worse than the original.

Gore’s hypocritical home energy use and “do as I say not as I do” lifestyle has plunged to embarrassing new depths.

In just this past year, Gore burned through enough energy to power the typical American household for more than 21 years, according to a new report by the National Center for Public Policy Research. The former vice president consumed 230,889 kilowatt hours (kWh) at his Nashville residence, which includes his home, pool and driveway entry gate electricity meters. A typical family uses an average of 10,812 kWh of electricity per year, according to the U.S. Energy Information Administration.

It gets worse.

You don’t believe it? Read on.

(Oh, and that pudgy crack. Well look at this:

Former Vice President Al Gore talks to the media after meeting with President-elect Donald Trump at Trump Tower on December 5, 2016 in New York City. (Photo by Kevin Hagen/Getty Images)

It pains me to look at that tight collar.

“Me Before You” film, promo for assisted suicide

An awful movie, extremely well done. Subtitle would be “a defense of assisted suicide.” From start to finish, it’s a set-up, preparing us for the most antiseptic horrible ending you could imagine.

Handsome young daredevil hedonist hit by motorcycle in rush-hour London traffic had everything, lost it in a minute except for his and his parents’ enormous wealth, including ownership of a huge castle on a huge park-size estate.

Here he suffers in style but suffers nonetheless, but here he also finds joy and happiness which distracts him from his plans to end it all, thanks to a young local who, desperate for work, takes the job of his non-medical professional companion.

She’s a natural, a true diamond in the rough, wholesome, cute, lively, full of love and kindness for her fellow man. The actors deliver in a skillful production, and we the viewers are gripped by the (melo)drama of it all as she gets through his defenses and by charm and intelligence and sheer brightness and lovingness of personality and character gives him a new lease on life.

But a lease is not a sale, and he succumbs in the end to his wish to be relieved of life itself, immensely grateful for the respite she provided and having set her up financially and psychologically for a better life than she could have had or would have dreamed of having, while he drifted off to nothingness.

Is that all there is, Peggy Lee sang years ago, and the movie endorses that message. Life is good until your spinal cord is cut in two, at which point you’d best sever it all and die forever after — a new Hollywood ending, a variation on or new version of Porky Pig’s “Th-Th-The, Th-Th-The, Th-Th… That’s all, folks!”

It’s a fairy tale with a new ending. They all died unhappily ever after.