Is the cat among the pigeons?

Joe DiGenova, a former U.S. Attorney for the District of Colombia, seems to know what he’s talking about when it comes to the ins and outs of the whole Russiagate mess. What he says here seems to be dynamite.

Apparently the reason that the FBI is resisting Bob Barr’s request for information relating to the Russian “collusion” investigation is that they and the CIA had been illegally spying on Republicans since 2012. The ramifications are immense; if true, this makes Watergate look like a Laurel and Hardy movie. It would certainly explain the hysterics in the mainstream media (our informal Ministry of Truth) and the Democrats over Trump’s action to declassify the surveillance data.

It also highlights yet another reason why the Department of Homeland Security is a Frankenstein monster and a threat to every living American. The FBI used to be part of the Justice Department, so the Attorney General of the U.S. had direct authority over the FBI director. But because it’s now part of DHS, Christopher Wray can thumb his nose at Barr. He feels protected from Trump’s wrath because of all the uproar from Mintrue when Comey was canned.

If DiGenova is right, and Barr pursues this to its conclusion, it could wind up being a huge scandal that Minitrue might be unable to suppress.

Maybe.

Okay, this is getting a little too “THX 1138” for comfort

A couple of years ago I visited a little company in Kansas City, Missouri, that builds “virtual presence” robots. In fact, they had built the one used in the “Big Bang Theory” episode linked here, and had it on display in their offices.

It was fun to sit at a computer and navigate one’s robot around the office suite. And I can see how such robots might be useful in many situations. But I think this is a bit much.

On the other hand, it might improve the odds of not getting shot for reasons of “officer safety.” So there’s that.

What’s that smell?

I’m sure you’re aware of the stinking cesspits that San Francisco, Seattle, and parts of LA have become, and why. So it shouldn’t surprise you that the same kind of thing is happening right here in Trantor, in posh Cleveland Park, of all places, in one of the most beautiful, stately old apartment buildings on Connecticut Avenue. And yet, it’s still rather shocking.

Sedgwick Gardens was designed by the same architect who designed the Wardman Park Hotel and a lot of the really nice houses in Woodley Park. It used to be the kind of place in which respectable middle-class people lived quiet, comfortable lives. Now it’s been overrun by people parachuted in by the D.C. regime who defecate in the stairwells, die from drug overdoses, and attack other people. That’s the fruit of a policy of giving extravagant subsidies to drug addicts, bag ladies, and other marginal types, allowing them to live there. The people who run D.C.’s welfare programs aren’t sorry at all:

City officials insist those mistakes have not been made at Sedgwick Gardens, calling the disturbing incidents isolated cases.

“I think the reason the issues at Sedgwick Gardens came to a head is that there were a couple of residents that were causing a problem. That could have been true whether they had a voucher or not,” said D.C. Council member Brianne K. Nadeau (D-Ward 1), who chairs the council’s Committee on Human Services. “I want us to be careful not to demonize everyone who finds stable housing through a subsidy because not everybody who needs a subsidy is a criminal.”

Didya get that? It could just as easily have been someone who can afford two or three thousand dollars in rent a month who decided to relieve himself in the stairwell. Besides, all those uptight white people deserve to have their lives upended because, well, just because. The idea that anyone apart from the elites can live safe from the chaos and nastiness they foist on us is just offensive.

Of course, the irony is that the respectable middle-class people being shafted by this arrangement are almost all “woke” Hillary voters. So there is an element of poetic justice here.

But that doesn’t mean it won’t happen to you.

“Brazil” in Rome

In Terry Gilliam’s film “Brazil,” set in a dystopian, 1984-ish future, the protagonist hires an underground repairman after the mandatory state repair service botches the repair of his air conditioning in a progressively disastrous fashion. That, of course, leads to problems.

In modern Rome, a similar situation apparently exists, in which underground repairmen calling themselves “Gap” surreptitiously repair crumbling infrastructure. They must do their work in secret for fear of offending incompetent officialdom.

Of course, this story being in the Guardian, it has a slight, shall we say … slant:

Critics might argue that citizen action like that of Gap could discourage the government from doing its job: why spend time and money to fix holes when there are residents doing it for free? But Gap members hope their intervention energises the local administration into action.

Yeah. Critics might argue. Which critics, I wonder?

It’s funny that our own news media don’t report this and other stories about what is happening in Europe. It’s almost as if they don’t want the American people to get any ideas.

The story includes a bit about an exploding city bus, which reminds me of a couple of incidents back in the 1980s, in the D.C. area, when a couple of propane-powered tour buses burst spectacularly into flames a couple of years apart — one right in front of the Old Executive Office Building where I worked at the time. I took to calling the tour bus company “Hindenburg Bus Lines.”

Actually, in Rome, it’s not just one city bus. It’s at least 46! That means the Roman bus system deserves the moniker far more than poor Old Town Trolleys ever did. And the reason is, apparently, that diesel engines, which used to be considered wonderful, and which the regimes of most or all of the Western European countries encouraged and coerced people to buy, are now considered evil and polluting. We have always been at war with Eastasia.

So they have turned to natural- or other gas-powered buses. The problem with them is that, unlike diesel, if the gas leaks owing to ham-handed guvvamint maintenance, there’s the risk of fire.

Which reminds me that I saw a Washington Metro bus just the other day that advertised that it was powered by, wait for it, hydrogen, the volatile, extremely flammable gas used in the real Hindenburg. Let’s hope that the maintenance workers of the new Imperial City are a little more competent than those of the old. Ω