She’s Not My Type August 4, 2025August 4, 2025 “When you’re a star they let you do it. You can do anything. Grab them by the pussy. You can do anything.” But no, actually, they don’t — and you can’t. At least not in the case of E. Jean Carroll. I keep coming back to her book, She’s Not My Type, because it’s a stand-in for . . . everything. There is just no way anyone can listen (best at 1.3X speed) and not know for certain that Trump violently assaulted Carroll against her will and then lied and lied and lied and lied about it. So Carl won’t read it. If he doesn’t read it, it’s easier to deny. Similarly, there’s no way anyone can read the voluminous Mueller Report and possibly think “Russia, Russia, Russia” is a hoax or that Trump did not obstruct justice. But if you don’t read it, it’s easier to deny. There is no way a serious person can look at the facts and not know for certain that the 2020 election was not rigged. Or that the latest jobs report was not rigged. Or that Trump’s 2016 Inaugural crowd was not the largest in history. Or that Trump did not willfully conceal top-secret documents he took from the White House. Or that the January 6 rioters, many of them sentenced by Trump-appointed judges, deserved to be pardoned. And yet a sizeable portion of the country won’t allow itself to know these things. It’s chosen sides and, having done so, has chosen to adopt “alternative facts.” Can you imagine if Obama had done any of these things? (2 minutes). A short bio of America’s Mussolini by David Remnick. BONUS Fareed Zakaria noted the accelerating multi-trillion-dollar global arms race and concluded his indispensable weekly broadcast yesterday with this excerpt from Dwight D. Eisenhower’s famous Cross of Iron speech: Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed. This world in arms is not spending money alone. It is spending the sweat of its laborers, the genius of its scientists, the hopes of its children. The cost of one modern heavy bomber is this: a modern brick school in more than 30 cities. It is two electric power plants, each serving a town of 60,000 population. It is two fine, fully equipped hospitals. It is some fifty miles of concrete pavement. We pay for a single fighter with a half-million bushels of wheat. We pay for a single destroyer with new homes that could have housed more than 8,000 people. . . . This is not a way of life at all, in any true sense. Under the cloud of threatening war, it is humanity hanging from a cross of iron.