Berg speaks with a gravitas that belies her age. And, even though she is cuter than a speckled pup — trust me, that is cute — she is more than just a pretty face. I have seen young female journalists who were not much more than a pretty face. But that is, fortunately, rare.
Nonetheless, it appears Berg has put in a lot of work from her days at University of Missouri — a well-regarded J-school — and her earlier OJT as a fellow at The New York Times, plus a stint at BuzzFeed.
Berg is not a wannabe scribe, and not a TV poser. She does it without extraneous “Look-at-me-me-me” face time.
Young Ms. Berg does wield a smile that seems second nature — Or first nature perhaps. The smile looks so very honest. Smiles such as the journalist’s can be mistaken for those whose lives have been cruelly locked into a sadder-than-sad cynicism. Not her smile.
Her honesty shines through while speaking of heavy interactions in the often screwed up world within and outside the District of Columbia.
To quote an old Southern rock and roll tune from the 1970s by the oddly-named band, Wet Willie:
It really is remarkable. Maybe it isn’t. Remarkable. Perhaps.
Such is the communication style of our “beloved” president. As Donald J. Trump is a piece of work, so are his utterances. Take for instance his recent interview with several reporters from The New York Times. I mean, I have met many politicians in my life. Trump and his loyalists all say that the president is no politician. But, he is a politician, no matter what anyone says. And just as many politicians are full of bullshit, so is The Donald. That is why I marvel at this Times interview and what he said during that interview.
First of all, part of Trump’s shtick is the interview. He rails against the media and if you believe Trump, The Times is among his largest target. But three of those Times reporters, Peter Baker, Michael S. Schmidt and Maggie Haberman, and the latter especially, seem to report and write as if they can actually translate what the president says in his circuitous manner of speaking.
The interview sparked some of the most baffling sentences put together by a modern U.S. president. Take, for instance, Trump and his apparent view of the Affordable Care Act as enacted by his predecessor and the earlier health care efforts of his predecessor’s predecessor’s predecessor.
“Look, Hillary Clinton worked eight years in the White House with her husband as president and having majorities and couldn’t get it done. Smart people, tough people — couldn’t get it done. Obama worked so hard. They had 60 in the Senate. They had big majorities and had the White House. I mean, ended up giving away the state of Nebraska. They owned the state of Nebraska. Right. Gave it away.”
One can hope –especially those Nebraska folks — that the Cornhusker State wasn’t inadvertently given to another nation. Let’s just think how it would feel to wake up to find your state was now under rule of, say, Kazakhstan.
It is anyone’s guess as to what Trump is talking about — well maybe someone in Kazakhstan would know — once he gets fired up and expounds in thought of health insurance. At least, that seems to be what he is talking about:
“As they get something, it gets tougher. Because politically, you can’t give it away. So pre-existing conditions are a tough deal. Because you are basically saying from the moment the insurance, you’re 21 years old, you start working and you’re paying $12 a year for insurance, and by the time you’re 70, you get a nice plan. Here’s something where you walk up and say, “I want my insurance.” It’s a very tough deal, but it is something that we’re doing a good job of.”
But as many in the U.S. fear for what kind of damage Trump might do domestically, he would have you believe that we should have no major problem with foreign policy. Hence:
“I have had the best reviews on foreign land. So I go to Poland and make a speech. Enemies of mine in the media, enemies of mine are saying it was the greatest speech ever made on foreign soil by a president.”
I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer. — Whoa. I’m channeling my inner Jim Morrison. All the cable news people were talking all this stuff about the Donald’s boys — Kushner and all the rest. but of all the Putin’s man boys Donald Jr. was the best …Donnie the helpless president’s offspring… Also a bit of Warren Zevon channeling as well.
All that I know is that some evidence turned up about the Trump boys meeting with the Ruskies then Don Jr. released some e-mails in an attempt to “get ahead of the story.”
Perhaps Trump Jr. got way too ahead of the story. It seems like Jr. is a deep dung daddy. It likewise appears that Trump Jr. has that Trump trait of his father, that being a lying, arrogant, narcissist.
Now like father, like son, perhaps should– just in case — find an outside con who may know guys inside who the father and son might hire to pick up their soap on the prison floor.
Or, perhaps, maybe not. Better to be safe than, well, you probably know what I’m talking about.
This is the day that Americans celebrate the nation’s formal divorce from England. Actually, the Declaration of Independence was signed by the Continental Congress two days earlier. What happened between that day and the Fourth, I am not certain. Maybe they all fled to Benji Franklin’s place where they proceeded to get “likkered up.”
It seems likes some folks are freaking out over the supposed firing by North Korea of an intercontinental ballistic missile. What me worry? As the great Alfred E. Newman was wont to say. I would say, you should be scared what with the Orange man in the White House.
By the way, I was in Washington, D.C., a few weeks ago. This pic should be evidence that I was there:
Have a happy Fourth or Second or Fifth or perhaps a half pint!
I must depart. I need to return blogging here. But, you know, too much of a good thing … Happy Fourth.
It was a dark and stormy night. No, really, it was a dark and stormy night last, except when the lightning flashed.
Tropical Storm Cindy blew ashore about 40-to-50 miles from here on the upper Texas coast. Actual landfall, which is in many cases of little significance, came about 3 a.m. It seems as if every hurricane or significant tropical storm I have experienced shows up in the middle of the night much like a drunken, old girlfriend wanting to start some s**t for something said 30 years ago.
The rain yesterday started sometime around 3 p.m. in the form of a medium-to-heavy mist with intermittent large droplets of precipitation. The area from New Orleans to the Panhandle of Florida was pounded during the day with constant rain and heavy surf.
Rain began falling in earnest, and in Beaumont as well, near dark-thirty. The liquid was heavy to a light drizzle. Heavier storm elements such as slightly increased wind along with thunder and lightning began rolling in as the evening proceeded.
The storm was the type of event I enjoy sitting at home listening to the rain and the thunder. I have been out in all kinds of weather in my past professions as a sailor, a firefighter and a newspaper reporter. But I am not reckless. I, likewise, wouldn’t “send a dog out on a night like this.”
There is something magical about weather events, specifically storms. We have no control over them. Storms claim no intellect, or any other quality one might, just might, find in a living human being. Although storms are potentially dangerous, many more such as I am drawn to its raw power.
Perhaps you might argue with me about that. Just make sure you are inside and away from your windows. That’s all I’m saying.