I went to bed last night, or rather early this morning, feeling pretty hopeful about 2021. The Georgia runoffs seemed poised to change control of the Senate. Team USA shutout Canada to win WJC gold. The election results would be squabbled over by some possibly seditious politicians but ultimately be done.
I expected protests from white supremacists in DC and threats of violence perhaps. I did not imagine an actual coup, shots fired in the Capitol, and the death of someone present.
Video clips of the police doing nothing don’t surprise me any longer. But opening the barrier to let them in does. And a selfie when they are trespassing – possibly a criminal, felony trespass – is breaking my brain.
Reading about the HSBC money laundering settlement reminded me of Rebeck’s play, Dead Accounts. Accountability, morality, fairness, justice: they all vary when you’ve got money to burn.
When I saw one Groupon advertisement for Father’s Day for “the guy who carried you for nine months”, I thought it was an accident, a cut and paste from Mother’s Day that hadn’t been caught. But now I’ve gotten another one. With two ridiculous tag lines:
“Deals to celebrate the man who carried you around for nine months.”
“Father’s Day deals for the man who felt you kick inside him for nine months.”
Delete and unsubscribe.
ETA: as zladko notes in the comments, Groupon could be marketing toward transgender dads. Which is absolutely true, and if they are then I owe their marketing department an apology for assuming this was just sloppy ad copy. It’s a possibility that I had considered and discarded, as I mention in my response. But again, if it is considered and planned, then mea culpa.