Funny how these things can sneak up on you if you’re not careful. So here’s Ian Anderson with his band celebrating the beginning of the lengthening daylight. Why I can feel those extra two minutes for sure! Ring out those bells, Jethro Tull.
Alright the above title is a figure of speech. Obviously, physically, Joy Reid’s hair could not possibly be any shorter. So, what I’m saying is the management at MSNBC, her employer, is telling Joy that if she wants to continue working there, she’s going to have to agree to a lower salary (see first video clip below for details). Now this isn’t just Joy being targeted due to her awfulness. Rachel Maddow, the reigning star of MSNBC had to take a $5 million dollar cut from her present $30 million-dollar annual salary too. Apparently, Comcast is trying to make the soon to be cast off cable station slightly less doomed. So, let’s assume everyone will get the Maddow treatment. Doing the math, Comcast is asking for one sixth of the salary they pay to be relinquished by their “stars.” I’ve seen estimates that say Joy Reid currently makes three million dollars a year.
Wow. I think they’re being ripped off. But anyway, assuming she is currently receiving that amount under the Maddow reduction model, Joy would be left earning $2.5 million a year.
Wow. That’s still way too much money to pay a talentless, unlikeable hatemonger like Reid.
And for that reason, I am advising Comcast to search around in their hearts for a different number. I think the correct number is $660 a week. That’s based on a forty-hour week, so it can be adjusted if she’s taking long lunches. But that represents the minimum wage that will be in effect as of January 1, 2025 in New York City. And that’s a very fair rate for someone providing the level of craftsmanship that can be expected from her. And assuming that she will base her salary on a fifty-two-week year, that $34,320.
Wow. That still seems like too much money to pay a lying sack of crap like Joy.
Come to think of it, forty hours a week seems excessive. Maybe she could show up on Tuesday for four hours and that way she’ll scare off fewer viewers and the cable channel might have an even chance of surviving a few more months before Comcast or anyone stupid enough to purchase it finally puts it out of its misery. So where am I? Okay so let’s see. $16.50 X 4 X 52 = $3,432 a year.
Wow. No, I’m sorry. There’s just no way to justify that large an outlay for something so useless and toxic (see second video clip below for a sample of this dreck).
But you know what she could do instead? She would make the perfect speech writer for Kamala Harris. Yes, that makes sense. I remember Joy said that Kamala ran a flawless campaign. It’s obvious that Joy would be happiest working hand in glove with the flawlessness that is Kamala. In fact, they could spend most of the time talking about how racism and misogyny were responsible for why neither of them was rewarded by this racist, misogynistic country with the positions they deserve. For it is obvious to both of them that in a fair and just world Kamala would have Trump’s upcoming spot in the White House and Joy would have Rachel Maddow’s office. But, as the poet said, you’re down when you’re riding the train that’s taking the long way.
Some snow falling today surprised me into remembering how close Christmas is. Of course, I dasn’t say such a thing aloud in Camera Girl’s presence or she would toss an oven mitt or a ladle at me for my oblivious attitude as she soldiers on in her pre-Christmas baking and cooking marathon. She is calculating cooking and storage times down to the nanosecond as enormous quantities of baked goods, meat, pasta, cheese and vegetables are processed in the run up to the big event. My party line is that I am available to help in any capacity she sees fit. This merely elicits rueful head-shaking and eye-rolling. Well, that’s my story. And anyway, I serve many useful functions. I am the snow removal department and I also serve as chauffeur if the roads seem too tricky for her. And I have a thousand and one other jobs. For instance, I’m in charge of the yearly Christmas card design and procurement. Well, of course. I’m a photographer. But such things are easily forgotten by someone who can point to a table groaning under the weight of a feast. Well, we also serve who wait and eat. But who’s keeping score anyway?
I have all of next week off and I’m looking forward to the get togethers. But I’ve been keeping an eye on the situation in Washington. It’s almost unbelievable how feckless and dishonest the Biden administration intends to be right up to the final day of their reign of terror. Biden’s pardoning of hideously evil people would be shameful if Biden and his cronies had any shame. I have to assume that there was a price list posted somewhere for the scum of the earth to figure out whether they could afford to be freed by Hunter and Jill and whoever else wrote out the pardons for Joe to scribble his signature on. And the Republicans don’t disappoint with their nitwitted attempts to pass legislation in the House of Representatives. Only the dishonesty and corruption of the Democrats allows the GOP to seem better by comparison. But it really is a sad sideshow to behold.
The clowns and the cretins, the monsters and the madmen; the whole cast of this insane drama that is playing out on the deck of a sailing ship headed straight for an iceberg. And at this point Donald Trump is the captain and he and his crew are locked in a cutlass fight with the usual pirates and so no one is steering the ship. Well, it should give us a reason to pop popcorn in 2025.
But this is all beside the point. We have Christmas to celebrate and the relief from knowing that somehow, we dodged the bullet of a Kamala Harris presidency. And, sure, so many things will go wrong in 2025. Trump will waffle, Democrats will lie and cheat, bureaucrats will obfuscate and interfere and Republicans will prove themselves inept and obtuse. In other words, standard operating procedure. But things will be better than they’ve been the last four years. God willing, the wars will start to die down. Energy prices will come back to Earth and that will tend to drive down the prices of everything else. And the biggest bonus, we may never see any of the Bidens for the rest of our lives. That alone is worth a hallelujah.
The stronger becomes master of the weaker, in so far as the latter cannot assert its degree of independence — here there is no mercy, no forbearance, even less a respect for “laws.”
