Murkowski’s in a huff.
Federal judge Matthew Kacsmaryk, who recently tried to unwind the approval by the FDA of mifepristone, misled senators during his confirmation process. He did not disclose that he removed his name from a law journal article criticizing protections for abortion and transgender people, and he did not disclose that he gave at least two interviews with Christian talk radio about his right-wing opinions about abortion, gay rights, divorce, and the sexual revolution, although he was required to.
Kacsmaryk said he did not recall the recordings. Owl Chatter pauses to reflect on that. OK, we’re done. I’d put hard-earned money on “He lied.” OK, OK, it’s not “hard-earned,” not even close, but still. . .
Senator Lisa Murkowski said: “You want to talk about the ultimate bait and switch? I feel like I got duped. I feel like I voted for somebody based on what had been presented to me. And you do this? That is totally, totally wrong.”
Murkowski should have listened to Susan Collins, the lone GOP no vote on the judge. I keep telling Lianna to do her homework. I don’t think Murkowski did hers. (Or else she’s just pretending to be upset.)
From today’s NYT, I gained a new appreciation of Japanese superstar Ohev Shalom — no, wait — that’s Shohei Ohtani, sorry. Mark Gubicza, who pitched for the Royals decades ago and was a teammate of Bo Jackson’s, noted that Ohtani’s brilliance in two separate sports categories (albeit both in baseball), hitting and pitching, were sort of like Bo’s brilliance in baseball and football. Gubicza is a TV analyst for the Angels now, Ohtani’s team, and he’d like to get the two together for a pre-game show. In any event, here’s what caught my eye [“Coney” is a former teammate of Gubicza’s, David Cone]:
“I talk to Coney all the time, ‘We couldn’t even walk after we pitched. Our shoulders, elbows, ribs, back, butt, everything was sore. And the next day he’s [Ohtani’s] facing a guy throwing 98 [mph] and hitting a home run!’ It’s impossible to have that kind of discipline — for us mortals.”
Good point. Here he is, out of uniform.
He’s single, btw, and has only been linked to the unfortunately named Hawaiian professional softball player Kamalani Dung, but there is no evidence that they are dating. She says she’s just a fan. Here they are.
Turning back to Tennessee for a moment, the vice-chair of the Republican caucus in the Tennessee House of Representatives resigned yesterday, “effective immediately,” after a TV news investigation confronted him with the story that a secret ethics subcommittee had found him guilty of sexually harassing at least one intern, and likely two. Thirty-nine-year-old Scotty Campbell recently voted to expel Justin Jones and Justin J. Pearson for protesting the body’s refusal to take up gun safety legislation. Noting that Tennessee is the “Volunteer” state, Campbell “volunteered” to get his ass out of the legislature.
Owl Chatter fave Ana de Armas is in a new film, Ghosted. Did you ever read a movie review and come out of it not being able to tell if the reviewer liked it or not? This is not one of those. Here’s what Calum Marsh wrote in today’s NYT:
“Ghosted is one of the least convincing movies I have ever seen. I don’t just mean that the dialogue is trite and phony, or that the characters feel inauthentic, or that the action is badly choreographed, or even that the plot is paper-thin and contrived, although all of this is regrettably true. I mean it barely seems like a real movie. This tedious, unfunny, screamingly unoriginal romantic adventure film is so flimsy and so insubstantial that it’s practically vaporous. [Also] . . . the action set pieces suffer from unimaginative staging and some of the cheapest-looking visual effects in recent memory.”
The film’s unworthy of you Ana! Don’t let that NY Times meanie get you down.
I don’t know — from this shot, it seems sorta compelling to me.
Here’a Ana with co-star Chris Evans:
Ana’s character’s name is Sadie and she’s a CIA agent with the code name The Taxman. (Not kidding.) Enough — I don’t want to spoil it for you.
What do you if your dad wrote one of the greatest songs of all time and you’re also in the music biz? You sing it. Often. Here’s Otis Redding III singing, . . . well, you know what he’s singing.
Redding III was only three years old in 1967 when his dad died in a plane crash. He later formed the funk band The Reddings with his brother and a cousin. They recorded six albums and had some success, but not nearly as much as Otis Redding, Jr. had.
Otis, Jr., would have been proud to learn that his son was a mensch. He worked with his family’s foundation to organize summer camps that teach children to play music. He also served as board president of the local chapter of Meals on Wheels. Redding III died on Tuesday in Macon, GA. He was 59. He is survived by two sisters and a brother, and the rest of us – all sitting for a good long time you-know-where.
Rest in peace, Otis III.
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