Law, Power, and Justice

FRIDAY NOTES FROM A CHILDLESS CAT LADY WORKING AWAY BUSILY AGAINST TRUMP, THE REPUBLICANS AND THE RUSSIANS AND EVERY OTHER PERSON WITH HATE AND GREED IN THEIR HEARTS IN ONE OF THE SUB-BASEMENTS OF THE MINISTRY OF SNARK

California has turned down Erik Menendez’s ploy to get himself paroled for the murder of both his parents in 1989. Some woman was being interviewed outside the courthouse bleating that in 1989, people didn’t understand that boys could be sexually abused as well as girls.  I even think she was a member of the Menendez extended family.  While this may be somewhat true, I do not think it is at all relevant in this case.

There are some news stories I can hardly make myself read.  Much of the Epstein coverage falls into this category.  But, this morning, when I turned on the computer and the news that sat there staring me in the face was that the financial award against Trump for civil fraud had been thrown out, made me feel nauseas.  Sarah Kenzior is right, impunity is the crack cocaine of the powerful. 

Speaking of impunity, several people connected to Eric Adams, but not Eric Adams, have been accused of handing out cash to reporters.  The excuse that was made was that it is common to hand out cash in envelopes to reporters in China to thank them for attending the event.  Nobody explained why those connected to Eric Adams believe they are in China.

The cats are out in their catio.  We just completed it a few months ago and they love it.  It is the place where they are most happy.  I wonder sometimes if I did the right thing.  I designed the perfect catio and now we never see them.  Sometimes, I walk around going: “I want a cat.  A cat.  I need a cat.  We have nine cats and I am alone.”

Both Texas and California passed redistricting bills.  The fucking Texans.  What a bunch of criminals. That Ken Paxton should have been locked up years ago.  It’s just like Trump who should have been locked up decades ago.  If we had a functioning criminal justice system for the rich, we would never have had to worry about the bastard.  Also, on the subject the redistricting (cheating), the media is not explaining to people what this is all about and how serious it is.  I would be willing to guess that most middle and working class people don’t even know what redistricting is, much less the implications of it. 

Well, let’s see what else? The White House says we shouldn’t be so negative about slavery.  The administration is going to align the Museum of African American history with Trump’s view of history.  As Eugene Robinson said on Morning Joe, this would be “obscene.”  Good guy.

Morning Joe is reporting that reading in this country has decreased by 40%.  Jesus H. Christ.   That really explains everything else.

The Democrats have the lowest approval rating since WWII.  (See Article by Jim Messina).

The Trump administration FBI (private army) raided John Bolton’s home early this morning.  It’s being reported that they are in search of classified information.  Bolton recently criticized Trump’s meeting with Putin in Alaska.  Kash Patel posted that nobody is above the law.  Oh, what a joke.  Nobody is above the law on the same day that Trump beat punishment for financial fraud.   

Trump withdrew government security protection for Bolton earlier in his administration.  They are now targeting Trump’s enemies, including not only Bolton, but Obama and others (MSNBC). 

A judge has ruled that “Alligator Alcatraz” read immigrant concentration camp, can be shut down “for now.”  The ruling was that no environmental review was conducted before building the concentration camp.   The state of Florida tried to argue that it was a state facility and was exempt from the environmental requirements, but the court disagreed.  If you look at the aerial shot of the bastard facility, it looks just like a Nazi concentration camp in the 1930s.  The only difference is that there is a runway right in front of the camp instead of a railway line.  It is creepy, so very creepy.

Childless cat ladies not only follow the news, they have stories about cats. 

We have nine former feral cats and we once told our vet we were not going to have any more.  His response was to laugh.  “Once a feeder, always a feeder.”  He said.  And, he was right.  For several weeks we have been feeding a small, thin ocicat-looking kitty who we have named Willa.  Willa is the female version of her first name which was William Bondy (i.e., Billy the Kid).  Then, we decided she was a she, ergo Willa. 

The other night, we were looking out the kitchen window to see if Willa had come to get her food and there was a tiny orange and white kitten that looked very much like a cartoon character – big head, large forehead, enormous ears with long tufts of white hair leaping out of them, giving this tiny being the look of an orange and white Einstein.  He was eating Willa’s food and when we saw Willa coming up behind him, we both assumed with exclamations of glee that Einstein was her kitten.

We had been debating how long to wait before we were going to have to trap Willa.  We didn’t want to wait until she got pregnant and we found ourselves with a mother and four kittens again (it’s a long story).  So, we had bought a trap and put it outside near where we fed her so she would get used to it, but we hadn’t tried to put food in it.

When we saw the kitten and Willa gently approaching on soft feet behind him, we assumed we were too late.  But then, before we could even take in the situation, Willa pounced on the poor little soul and they went round and round in that circle of revolving fur that is a particular type of cat fight.  We were astounded and immediately started yelling and running toward the garage door to go outside and break it up.  Well, they both scampered off in different directions and we stood there terrified.  Einstein, who is now called Samuel Clemens, was still in the palmettos.  We knew this because he’s a talker and he voiced his plaintive complaints from somewhere deep inside the palmetto growth for several minutes.  I felt so sorry for him.  He was so very tiny.  I think he is smaller than our youngest cat, Hiram Bernard, when we found him under the hood of Mike’s Jagiar.  Mike disagrees, but heaven’s he’s small.

I tried to talk him out with as much sympathy as I could muster using a human voice and he talked back for a little while.  Unfortunately, Mike and I decided that Mike should go around behind the palmetto clump, but this only panicked him and he bounded off toward the street.  The last thing I wanted was for him to go across the street so we both retreated quickly just to vacate the area.

As Dr. Blount said: “Once a feeder, always a feeder.”  We were in love.  I even got up that night at around 3 AM, got a flashlight and looked in the front yard and the street for him.  Nothing.  It is terrifying to think of something that little out there alone in the dark.  I do not for the life of me understand why we wind up with these barely weaned kittens, alone, in our front yard.  That’s exactly what happened with Hiram.  We have no idea where he came from.

Thursday, of course, we fretted and worried, went out to the palmettos and called “Sam, little Sam, Sammie” over and over.  We put food where Willa eats (which of course almost immediately became overrun with tiny ants).  I put more food out near the palmetto clump nearest the road. That also was almost immediately covered with bugs, this time enormous red ants.  The last thing I wanted was for him to eat a red ant.  So, all the food went in the trash.  We called, we watched.  Every time one of us went in the kitchen we were leaning forward straining to catch site of either Willa or Sam.  Nothing.

Willa finally came and ate last night, but no sign of Sam.  Kittens.  Are they not the most precious beings in the world?  I have seen videos of various chimps and other apes with pet kitties.  Everybody, just everybody wants a kitty.