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The caption for a photo of King Charles III and Donald Trump
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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.
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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.
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I was driving home this afternoon, listening to NPR, when the local affiliate teased that the biggest power couple here in Seattle sports had split up.
I sat in the driveway, listening to the piece on the breakup of Sue Bird and Megan Rapinoe. I soon discovered that The Seattle Times had emailed a news bulletin announcing the same.
In fact, this story of a lesbian rupture made mainstream news all over the country. That in itself is news, a positive sign of how things have changed. The accounts I read were direct and respectful. No need to hint at what their relationship had been, since Bird and Rapinoe didn't.
What I wonder now is will the mainstream press get the rest of the story: that from coast to coast, half of all lesbians are sad about the Bird-Rapinoe split, and the other half are weighing their chances with the both of them.
Like a lot of Americans, I was none too happy about paying taxes this week to a government that's spending mind-boggling amounts of money on a war it had no business starting.
Worse yet, I keep thinking all this waste, destruction, and loss of life could've been avoided if we'd just let Donald Trump dress like Louis XIV, and given Pete Hegseth a crusader's outfit and a rocking horse.
The flag feud in the Gem State continues.
In a bid to stifle expressions of queerdom last year, the Idaho state legislature passed a law banning cities from flying flags not on the sanctioned list. To sidestep that, the city of Boise then adopted the Pride flag as an official city flag.
This year the state responded by imposing fines of $2,000 per day for any naughty flags. The governor signed that bill into law on March 31, and that day Boise's Pride flag came down.
But the city said, "Hold my (craft) beer."
Rainbow colors now wrap flagpoles. Boise City Hall is illuminated in rainbow accent lighting, and features a rainbow-stripe sign that reads "Creating a city for everyone."
Well-played, Boise. So, is it a stalemate? Or will the Idaho legislature try to outlaw rainbows? Stay tuned for the next episode of "As the Flag Flaps."

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay
Donald Trump, president of these United States, threatened in a post this morning that if Iran doesn't agree to his terms then "a whole civilization will die tonight."
A pretty solid indication that ours already has.
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Let's take a break from the impending end of the world and examine something much lighter: My attempt at dating.
As a 62-year-old divorced lesbian, I know the odds of pairing up at this juncture aren't great. But hope stings eternal, and in a weak moment I found myself researching lesbian dating sites.
I settled on one called Pink Cupid. In the week that I've been on there, it's become abundantly clear that I didn't do enough research.
Oh, I receive a daily stream of likes and messages, so I should be in dyke heaven, right? Wrong. The folks trying to strike up a connection are frauds. The profiles are fake. Once in a while a real lesbian breaks through, but that's rare. It's a deluge of deceit.
The stilted language in messages, the way the photos and listed ages don't match, and the fact that some photos reappear as a different person are some of the hints that these profiles are pure fiction.
Also, I've twice seen an image of Sue Bird.
The scammers, likely male, assume that I want a younger woman, so they offer up gals from 25 to 55. The women are all attractive to gorgeous. And some of them are so well-endowed they make Bryon Noem look flat.
Thanks to the multitudinous attempts to swindle me, Pink Cupid has been an unhappy experiment. Now I know I'm gonna be all alone in that bomb shelter.
Talk about ingratitude.
As attorney general, Pam Bondi weaponized the Justice Department to open investigations into Donald Trump's enemies; she tried to stonewall the Epstein files; she shrilly sang Trump's praises at every opportunity; she even hung a banner with Trump's face outside the Justice Department building.
All that playing fast and loose with ethics and the law on behalf of that man, and today Trump fires her.
Oh Pam, it doesn't matter that you were true blue. Trump is always true poo.