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Good Question

The pope tried to put an end to this craziness several times. He insisted that he did not speak on world affairs as a politician (and still less a global umpire) but as a witness to gospel truths. He made quite clear that he would not be cowed by the Trump administration, even as he reminded the scribes and influencers that he did not pick a fight with the president. And in doing so, he suggested, if subtly, that there was something a bit awry about the endless media obsession with the president. Did everything and everyone in the world have to be parsed by reference to Donald J. Trump?

George Weigel, “The First Leonine Year” - Dispatch Faith newsletter, May 3, 2026

Listening to Kate and Anna McGarrigle in the backyard on a beautiful May Sunday afternoon after Tottenham actually play well and win. Pretty damn good, mama. “We were like interlocking pieces in the jigsaw puzzle of life.”

Pretty simple, no?

Before, the Straits of Hormuz were open to international shipping. A good thing, generally speaking. Now President Trump has successfully given Iran sovereignty over the Straits and they’re closed. Unequivocally, not good. The Art of the Deal!

Tottenham Hotspur:  118  0 Days Since a Premier League Win

Will wonders never cease. Still in the relegation zone, though.

Overwrought NYT

This, from Adam Liptak and Jodi Kantor, strikes me as unwarrantedly high-strung. Read the SCOTUS memos: they’re pretty standard legal back-and-forth based on reasonable arguments on both sides. Nor does the Times show how this led to the Supremes’ “Shadow Docket.”

Chill, kids.

Bring Me My Whangee

Jeeves,’ I said.

‘Sir?’ said Jeeves. He had been clearing away the breakfast things, but at the sound of the young master’s voice cheesed it courteously.

“You were absolutely right about the weather. It is a juicy morning.”

‘Decidedly, sir.’

‘Spring and all that.’

‘Yes, sir.’

‘In the spring, Jeeves, a livelier iris gleams upon the burnished dove.’

‘So I have been informed, sir.’

‘Right ho! Then bring me my whangee, my yellowest shoes, and the old green Homburg. I’m going into the Park to do pastoral dances.