At first glance, this may seem a catchall title, but as always, there is method in my madness. Friday, August 25, 2017 is the linkage between Hurricane Harvey, which made landfall that night, and Sheriff Joe Arpaio, who received his presidential pardon within minutes of that event, and what binds them is Donald Trump, now facing the first national disaster not of his own making.
It was the wedding of the decade, if not the century. Lady Diana Spencer, resplendent in yards upon yards of taffeta and lace, complete with huge puffy sleeves and a train 25 feet long, paced down the aisle of St Paul’s Cathedral to marry her Prince Charming, while the world watched.
If that title seems reminiscent of “The Perils of Pauline”, it’s intended to be. The melodrama that’s been going on in and around 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue of late certainly sounds like some old, over-acted radio drama, full of a cast of one-dimensional characters. Villains, victims, buffoons and bastards abound – all we’re lacking is a hero.