Macron: I'm here to make France great again

Will Marshall at Politico has failed to internalize the lesson delivered him the last election. He's constructed an alternate reality to live in where political elites rule over subjects by dint of their superior political comprehension and where "popular nationalism," as shown in the concluding lines of Gettysburg Address are merely little curlicue icing rosettes on a preciously decorated cake.

It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.

That's reduced to post card Marshallian prose as "popular nationalism." 

 At PJ Media, Michael Walsh reads Political so you don't have to. Look how error-fillied this bit of screed. Too easily dismantled. Wrong in every single aspect.

The JFK-style antithesis was a reminder that U.S. presidents used to give stirring speeches like this in Europe. But that’s not happening today because Trump identifies more with the other side—with right-wing nativists and neo-nationalists who want to keep immigrants out; raise barriers to global commerce; weaken or leave the EU to protect “national sovereignty;” and, especially in Eastern European countries like Hungary and Poland, undermine internal checks on strongman rule. 

In effect, Macron has stepped audaciously into the vacuum created by Trump’s abdication of America’s historic role as keeper of the liberal democratic flame.

Are you bored yet? 

I can't even read anymore. 

Know what's more interesting to me right now? 

These white truffle potato chips and root beer that I picked up at Trader Joe's. 

A lady recommended them last time I was there. They didn't have them then. She told me to be sure to look for them next time I was in. So there I was talking to a young man standing on a step-stool stocking the potato chips and I mentioned to him the previous lady who's from Ukraine. 

"I know her!" 

"She sounded exactly like my sister-in-law. I hesitate to say 'truffles' because that sounds too silly." 

"These." His body was blocking them as he stacked different potato chips higher.

"You guys sure do work hard." 

"They take care of us here. That makes it easy to be enthusiastic." 

Tell me you didn't see each gag from fifteen miles off. And it still cracks me up. Because it's a British guy making fun of French. And all these other actors are in on the jokes. 

Know what else is more interesting to me than Will Marshall's incredibly thick error-stricken take on politics? 

I gave two cooking lessons here at home today. Speaking of precious cakes.

A pal from Boston I met forty years ago owns a couple of rental properties. The tenants of one of them left a huge mess, he told me all about the new people and all the work that he did. It's his birthday. I told him to take a break. He told me he cannot. I told him I want to make a cake for him. He said, "Well okay then." 

He comes over. No cake. 

Just a dozen eggs at room temperature.

"It'd be fun to make it together." The Japanese jiggly cake, essentially a sweet cheese soufflé. It's a thing that women like. And he knows a lot of women. Odd. My intention is show him another vehicle for having fun with women by having fun with him. And man, that cake was good. 

And we did have fun. 

So basically, he made his own cake.

Then I showed him my new favorite thing with Napa cabbage. This time I used shitaki mushrooms and small brown mushrooms, snow peas, and shrimp. It cooks fast as it takes shrimp to steam pink. The idea was to show the 7 magical flavor ingredients and how they steam up the vegetables and cook them in one minute and combine with the vegetable liquid to form its own delicious broth. The vegetables continue to weep in the bowl as you eat it and the combination gets better and better as you go until the end there is more liquid than when you started and it tastes the best that it gets. You sip the last delicious 1/2 cup or so and there is literally nothing left in the bowl. Given the unlikely ingredients there is no way to predict how delicious this is, but they combine into something that's marvelous.

It's an unlikely birthday where you lean two new useful things.

While Will Marshall at Politico wallows in his woeful mischaracterizations 100% resistant to reality beating him senseless and making him look dumb, wrong about everything, unable to learn.