We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
That prediction was made 3 years ago, but I suspect that it's close to being correct. I don't think it will be "Maunder Minimum" in magnitude, but "Dalton Minimum" is probably a good bet. And 2030 is probably too soon for the real effects.
Either way, by 2040 or so, it's going to be .... chilly.
Manafort is the one guy in all this frantic law enforcement activity who appears to be a bit of a genuine sleaze, so if Mueller can't even nail him, he's going to look very foolish. And he doesn't handle failure well.
At the moment, I don't care about Trump's approval ratings except insofar that they affect the problem of the Democrats taking over one or both houses and flushing the ongoing investigations down the toilet. We may never get this chance to cut back the power of the Administrative State again.
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I think you are absolutely right. If the Republicans lose the house, which the GOPe seem hell bent on doing, it’s over.
About ten years ago, Mrs. Ville and I were in Paris and took the Metro up to Saint-Denis to see the church where most of the kings of France were buried. On our way to the church, a nice gendarme stopped us, inquired as to our destination and recommended that we head back now. When we insisted on seeing the church, he shrugged, and said okay, but to be careful. He also said it would be a bad idea be be there after dark.
I always liked "Jesus Christ Superstar," and "Memories" is a pretty tune. The rest of his music goes in one ear and out the other. OK, I guess I can recognize "Don't Cry for Me, Argentina," but seriously, the rest of the tunes in "Evita" or "Cats" and all of "Phantom" can't even get a second listen with me. On the other hand, I've read charming interviews with Lloyd Webber, and I'm inspired to acquire his memoirs. The story about playing Mozart in Amadeus alone would be worth the jacket price.