Friday, July 31, 2026

The daily Epstein


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Liberal logic


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Does this sound like winning to you?

A CIA report from May 2026 estimates that Iran retains about 70% of its pre-war ballistic missile stockpile, which corresponds to 1,750 missiles based on a pre-war inventory. This assessment directly contradicts by U.S. President Donald Trump that Iran's missile capabilities were "decimated".

— Bill Blair (@britdetectiveshows.bsky.social) July 20, 2026 at 4:21 PM


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How do these fucking people look themselves in the mirror?

Trump says he has so successfully intimidated Rand Paul that he is now an obedient little cuck.

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— Ron Filipkowski (@ronfilipkowski.bsky.social) July 28, 2026 at 8:06 PM


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Even more of the Trump clown show

The DOJ spoke to former mafia boss Salvatore “Sammy the Bull” Gravano in an attempt to prove that the “86” in Comey’s post was an allusion to murder. But Gravano’s interview didn’t help their case. trib.al/jJIwx2Y

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— The New Republic (@newrepublic.com) July 29, 2026 at 12:38 PM


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You'd think that protecting pedophiles would have been the actual deal breaker

! Senate Judiciary Committee just officially delayed the BLANCHE AG vote, which was scheduled for tomorrow morning. He doesn’t have the votes. Tillis and Cornyn have made clear for weeks and weeks that the DOJ needs to rewrite the Trump/IRS settlement, which still hasn’t happened.

— Sahil Kapur (@sahilkapur.bsky.social) July 29, 2026 at 8:41 PM


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Thursday, July 30, 2026

Friday Night Jukebox, Vol. DCII--Billy Joel: Piano Man

 I took my time, 'cause I felt so all alone, not far away, I heard a funny sound, took a look around, and...I'm (only six days?) late again....

Back in the day, when I became enamored of an artist (this would include writers as well as actors), I would want to read, watch, and listen to as much of their past (and sometimes their future, relative to its release date) works as I could.  Sometimes this worked well (say, Bruce Springsteen), and sometimes not so well (the German novelist Hermann Hesse, who I took a chance on because of great reviews from Kurt Vonnegut, and then decided after reading two of his books that he was not for me and have had about nine of his novels sitting on my bookshelves for close to fifty years that will never be read).  All of which is a (really) roundabout way of saying my introduction to this week's tune came because I very much enjoyed this week's artist's album The Stranger , and after reading a number of good reviews about his second album, took a chance...and the rest, as they say, is history....

I wrote about William Martin Joel in Vol. CDLXXIV, and over the course of the last two years the only real news was that Joel was diagnosed with normal pressure hydrocephalus in 2025 which caused him to cancel all of his upcoming shows.  Joel has since stated that the condition is treatable, he has been getting better and hopes to return to performing.  Here's hoping the best for him!

"Piano Man" was the first single from Joel's 1973 album, the rather deftly entitled, Piano ManThe song would be the first hit of his career, peaking at #25 (with a bullet!) on the Billboard Hot 100.  The album would also prove to be hit, reaching #27 on the Billboard 200.

Fun Fact:  Due to contractual problems, Joel moved to Los Angeles in the early seventies and performed under a pseudonym at a small club while the contract issues were being resolved.  Under the name Bill Martin, Joel would play for three years, during which time he says he met or knew all of the people mentioned in this week's tune.  Any gig that leads to a hit song is one hell of a gig....

There are songs that are fun, songs that speak to the human condition, songs with a historical resonance, and there are slice of life songs (among numerous other types), and "Piano Man" is a very fine example of the latter.  Joel spins the tale of a piano player in a bar taking stock of not only the lives of those around him, but his life as well.  There's a certain pathos to the song--most of the characters in the song (unlike Joel) will not live out their dreams.  Still, there's also a bit of hope--though they may not live out their dreams, there's a chance that their lives will still be well worth having lived.  Joel's piano playing is wondrous, there's a heavy helping of harmonica (emaycee fave!) that along with the la la la di di da da dums give the song the feel of a lullabye, which might just get these folks through theit loneliness.  In the end, Joels provides the background music to their disappointments, which is a hell of a tribute to the hopes and dreams of us all.

Lyric Sheet:  "There's an old man sittin' next to me/Makin' love to his tonic and gin/He says 'Son, can you play me a memory?/I'm not really sure how it goes/But it's sad, and it's sweet, and I knew it complete/When I wore a younger man's clothes'..."

Enjoy:




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