(Permanent Musical Accompaniment To The Last Post Of The Week From The Blog’s Favourite Living Canadian)
On July 6, 1776, the Pennsylvania Evening Post published on its front page the complete text of the Declaration of Independence, which had been signed in Philadelphia not four days earlier. This was a considerably risky thing for the newspaper to do. If the British Army happened by, there was a very good chance that everybody at the paper would have been hanged. The news of the Declaration, as Smithsonian demonstrates, spread slowly and steadily throughout the 13 colonies, which had declared themselves in rebellion against the most powerful empire in the world.
The seventh newspaper to print the Declaration was the Maryland Gazette, which already had been published for nearly 50 years. The paper already was a rebel publication. In 1767, the publisher, a woman named Anne Catherine Greene, the first woman publisher of a newspaper in American history, made her mark railing against the Stamp Act. She would be proud that her newspaper, now the Annapolis Capital-Gazette, was published on Friday, the day after violence had come to its newsroom. Those guys who signed the Declaration? They’d have raised a glass of madeira, too.
If you missed the idiocy on the House Judiciary Committee the other day, you missed a good look at what the prion disease has done to the Republican Party. Both Rod Rosenstein and Christopher Wray ran headlong into some of the more chronic cases – specifically Jim Jordan of Ohio and Louie Gohmert, Padishah Emperor of the Crazy People. Both Jordan and Gohmert tried to trip up the two DOJ employees with stuff they’d heard on Sean Hannity’s TV program. If that doesn’t perfectly sum up where the prion disease has left the Republicans, I don’t know what would.
Also, the decision on Friday by Robert Mueller WaPo:of Michael Flynn is yet another crow sitting on the capital. From the
Rosenstein and Wray are on an island right now. For obvious reasons, they can’t rely on White House support. Paul Ryan doesn’t have the civic courage god gave a wombat. The Democrats on the committee want them to be even tougher about turning over material. They are volunteers, sure, but they’re in an impossible position. The only thing they have going for them is that they know more about what Mueller has than any of the goofballs in the House. When it comes, and it will, it is going to come as an avalanche, and there isn’t going to be any place to hide.
Weekly WWOZ Pick To Click: “(They Call Me) Doctor Professor Longhair” (Professor Longhair): Yeah, I pretty much still love New Orleans.
Weekly Visit To The Pathe Archives: Here are some “non-white” players training to be part of the South African team in the 1964 World Cup. None of them made it. South Africa wanted to send an all-white team to England. That got them kicked out—yeah, I know what I did there—of FIFA for 28 years. History is so cool.
I have been the curse of death in this World Cup. I cheered for Iceland and Nigeria. Both of them are out. I moved on over to Senegal, which got eliminated in weird and heartbreaking fashion. Right now, I like the way Belgium plays, but I’m not attaching myself to those poor guys. They have enough trouble. Meanwhile, epic series this weekend in the Bronx. I can’t tell you what a charge I still get out of a Red Sox team with players from all over the Caribbean basin, as well as African-Americans. Thanks, Pedro. Thanks, Papi. Thanks, Theo. The only call I’m making is that, in that huge centerfield in the big ballpark, Jackie Bradley, Jr. is going to be good for at least one special-effects defensive play.
Atlantic? It’s always a good day for dinosaur news!,
I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it/ We can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it
Oh, let’s dig it./ Can you dig it, baby?
Dinos of Distinction! They lived then to make us happy now.
The Committee always has had a sweet-tooth for bank humor, so Top Commenter Frank Armstrong was an easy choice for Top Commenter of the Week, when he opined thusly on the post about Anthony Kennedy’s son, who was the president*’s banker.
Frank Armstrong: Trump can’t resign, because Deutsche Bank would fine him for early withdrawal.
You can cash that baby in for 88.11 Beckhams, my good man, including a five-Beckham bonus for not making even more lewd use of the phrase “early withdrawal.”
I’ll be back on Monday with a report from the Boston march for families. Be well and play nice, ya bastids. Stay above the snakeline, or I will cheer for your favorite footie side. Unless it’s England.