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Color Me Impressed

Image by Janet Reddick from Pixabay

As red states go, Texas is downright crimson.

But sometimes crimson has a blue undertone, and this week that distinction belongs to the city of San Antonio. For the first time, the San Antonio City Council issued a proclamation recognizing Trans History Week, a global event that starts today.

Will this move amount to waving a red flag to the bull? Will conservative Texans go red in the face? Are they being tossed red meat? Is the proclamation crossing a red line?

I could stop, but that would make me blue.

Balance in 2026

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Yesterday evening I volunteered at a fundraiser for a group that helps transgender people with limited means flee red states and move here to western Washington.

The event highlighted an inherent tension in the group's efforts. With all the official and unofficial threats against trans folks right now, the group considers secrecy paramount. But fundraisers require publicity. How the hell do you publicize an event you can't talk about?

The answer is very carefully, and I'm pleased to say the room was mostly full last night. But obviously we could've brought in many more donors with unshackled publicity. It's a tough balance to strike.

One attendee told me she wanted to shout out before the program began, "Will the FBI informant please stand up and leave?" I would've added, "Please donate before you go!"

That's When the Trouble Starts

This Week's Quote

Image:  X

TWO KINGS.

The caption for a photo of King Charles III and Donald Trump

Source: The White House's official X account

Both Sides Agreeing on Something

Image:  Facebook

I noticed that my Facebook feed has been oddly heavy on liberal conspiracy theories in response to the attempted assassination at Saturday's Correspondents' dinner. The Washington Post reports that the rush to declare conspiracies, by both the left and right, was unusually "marked and potent."

Both sides claim Donald Trump and his flunkies staged the chaos in order to build support for Trump, floundering in the polls, and that ridiculous ballroom he lusts after so much it might as well be a female eastern European.

Disinformation experts noted something I glommed onto, namely that all this conjecturing highlights a growing disenchantment with Trump among MAGA types. It would be poetic justice if he who gained the White House on a hot mess of lies were brought down by the same.

A big factor in this conspiracy theory explosion is the human need to make sense of a crisis when little information is available. One expert said that Trump calling for the ballroom right after the incident created mental discomfort for some, who then leaped to conclusions. "It's like conspiratorial Mad Libs."

I loved Mad Libs as a kid. My siblings and I used to think it was hilarious that whenever a noun was called for, we shouted "toilet!"

We were ahead of our time. The conspiracy theorists need to plug in something to make the world make sense—and under Trump, Washington IS a toilet.

Last Night

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Regarding the events at last night's White House Correspondents' dinner, I loathe Donald Trump as much as any thinking American, but I don't believe he, nor any of his minions, should be assassinated.

That said, let me tell you who I felt the most sympathy for last night:  the female reporters. Do you have any idea how hard it is to hurl yourself under a table wearing a formal dress and heels? I'd have strangled myself on the tablecloth in the attempt.