Haven't wanted to write (or read) much about politics lately. That'd just make me too stabby. I have no idea how/if we'll survive August. That's usually considered "the silly season" but we're already at such a fever pitch of stupid fuckwittery that it's difficult (altho sadly not impossible) to imagine how it could get much worse. As usual, Ta-Nehisi Coates gets to the point in a manner and style I can only aspire to.
The wide world of sport can be a welcome distraction. But today it was all buzz and howl about a spiked story on Le Bron James hanging out in Vegas. Here's what I don't get: I kept hearing people say that this story made James look bad, showed him in a bad light, etc. And I'm just not seeing it. He's 25 years old and he's got more money than most people will ever see in their entire lives. So he's hanging out in Vegas nightclubs and he's got an entourage and bodyguards and he's making crude remarks about naked women. No crimes were committed. No puppies were kicked. When did we start require multi-millionaire athletes to live lives of ascetic purity and have a repertoire of witty bon mots?