In general, major incidents of urban unrest last for the better part of a week. So, even if the unrest in Los Angeles right now was entirely organic, it would not be too surprising that things have not yet returned to completely normal. And given that this particular unrest is not organic, and was largely manufactured for political theater purposes, it would not be too surprising if things went on a bit longer than would normally be the case.
Whatever the future may hold, in the present, the clashes in Los Angeles continue to dominate the news. Here's a rundown of the 10 biggest storylines from yesterday:
The lawlessness happening in LA is ANOTHER reason why we need to pass the One Big Beautiful Bill IMMEDIATELY.Readers' opinions might vary, but to us, this sounds like hot air. There is just no chance that the Senate is going to ram through a multi-trillion-dollar budget, which contains a lot of things that one senator or another is unhappy about, just because this week's headlines happen to be about clashes over immigration policy. And by the time the Senate is ready to move, things will surely have quieted down in L.A. and elsewhere.
It provides the ESSENTIAL funding needed to secure our nations borders.
Congress WILL support the brave @ICEgov agents who are fighting to keep Americans safe against illegal aliens AND the radical left.
The guy absolutely should be thanking President Trump right now for trying to restore order because the only thing Governor Newsom is good at right now is sucking at being number one at being a terrible governor. I mean, that is it.Oklahoma has the death penalty for a lot of things, and reading this makes us wonder if it should be extended to crimes against the English language. Not only did the Senator issue forth with this nearly unintelligible gibberish, but he threw so many negatives in there that he actually ended up saying that Newsom is a good governor. Or, more accurately, that he sucks at being a bad governor.
It's time for all of us to stand up. Justice Brandeis—who said it best—in a democracy, the most important office, with all due respect, Mr. President, is not the presidency. And it's certainly not governor. The most important office is office of citizen at this moment. At this moment, we all need to stand up and be held to a higher level of accountability.Newsom's trying to be statesmanlike. Whether he succeeded is in the eye of the beholder.
If you exercise your First Amendment rights, please, please do it peacefully. I know many of you are feeling deep anxiety, stress, and fear. But I want you to know that you are the antidote to that fear and that anxiety. What Donald Trump wants most is your fealty, your silence, to be complicit in this moment. Do not give in to him.
And there you have it. (Z)
Voters in New Jersey headed to the polls yesterday (and to their mailboxes in the days before that), and did exactly what everyone expected them to do, choosing Democrat Mikie Sherrill and Republican Jack Ciattarelli to face off in November's gubernatorial election.
Of the two primary contests, Sherrill's was much closer. She took 34% of the votes, as compared to 20.4% for second-place finisher Ras Baraka and 15.9% for third-place finisher Steve Fulop. It would seem that New Jersey Democrats like representatives better than they like mayors. Ciattarelli, by contrast, leveled the competition, with his 67.8% of the vote far outpacing second-place finisher Bill Spadea, who took 21.9%, and third-place finisher Jon Bramnick, who took just 6.2%.
One might be tempted to look at Ciattarelli's much more lopsided victory and conclude that enthusiasm for him is much greater than for Sherrill. That could be true; it's hard to say. However, there were a total of just under 800,000 votes cast for Democrats yesterday, and just over 450,000 cast for Republicans. The Democratic side of the contest was more competitive, which is part of the explanation, but New Jersey is also a blue state, which is almost certainly the bigger part of the explanation. And as a fairly boring moderate, Sherrill is not likely to turn off too many Democrats. She might not excite them, but an unenthusiastic vote counts the same as an enthusiastic one. Anyhow, for these reasons, we presume Sherrill's the favorite, even though there hasn't been any general election polling yet.
We should probably also note that this is Ciattarelli's second bite at the apple, as he was the Republican nominee for governor the last time around, losing to Gov. Phil Murphy (D-NJ) by 3 points, 51%-48%. One could argue that with greater name recognition, more experience, and facing a non-incumbent opponent, Ciattarelli might just overcome that gap and take home the prize. However, Murphy was fairly unpopular, and yet bucked the tide in holding on while a Democrat was in the White House (the last time a Democratic governor of New Jersey was reelected with a Democrat in the White House, Lyndon B. Johnson was president). Plus, the Trumpy Ciattarelli didn't have to own any unpopular things being done by the Trump administration, because Trump was not in office 4 years ago. Now he is.
After we ran our preview of the New Jersey primaries, we got a couple of interesting reports from New Jersey voters. We thought we'd share them now, as opposed to waiting for the mailbag this weekend. So:
S.G. in Newark, NJ: Despite the presence of 11 candidates across the two major parties, this has seemed like a stealth election. I would expect extraordinarily low turnout. I've seen a few yard signs (some, as always, posted not in yards but on public property along roads). YouTube has treated me to a few Mikie Sherrill ads in the last couple of weeks. I generally stay away from airwaves (dating myself, but you know what I mean) and social media, so it's possible there's been activity there that I've missed. Exactly one canvasser has come to my door, an earnest young woman working for Mikie Sherrill who detected my reluctance to engage with her but managed to race through the required pitch: "Can we count on you to support Mikie Sherrill for governor in the primary election on June 10th?" and cheerfully accepted my statement that the voters in my household had not yet decided whom to support. (That part's true—for the first time in a long time, we are going to be among the large pool of late-breaking voters).
What we have seen lots of is mailed flyers. Lots and lots and lots of mailed flyers. Sean Spiller flooded us first, probably because he is not currently an elected office holder and is much less well-known than most of the other candidates. In the last couple of weeks, it's been mostly Sherrill and Steve Fulop, with some continued Spiller mail and a scant few flyers supporting Ras Baraka and Josh Gottheimer. We've received nothing supporting Steve Sweeney, who is presumably focusing on his South Jersey base and hope the other five candidates split the vote in the northern and central parts of the state.
Perhaps it is a telling fact about the current state of our democracy that even though we've received dozens and dozens of mail pieces, not a single one has been paid for by a candidate's official campaign. Every single one has been sent by an "independent" political action committee. Some of these are recognizable—the League of Conservation Voters, for example—but most have inscrutable names like "New Jersey Citizens for Wonderfulness" (I made that up, but you get the idea).
One other note. You mentioned in your preview that Sean Spiller and Steve Sweeney would split the union vote, because Spiller is head of the NJEA (the state teachers' union on which Chris Christie declared war) and Sweeney is VP of the iron workers' union. Maybe. There are about as many public school teachers in the Garden State (reportedly almost 120,000) as there are iron workers in the whole country (the national membership of the iron workers' union is about 120,000). Sure, there are other unions that might be supporting Sweeney, but in general I think he is much better known as a politician than as a union guy.
Not that Spiller, as a teacher, has a lock on the votes of other unionized workers, most of whom wear blue collars. Nor, for that matter, on all the teachers. I am a proud, card-carrying member of two unions—the American Association of University Professors and the American Federation of Teachers, which have functionally merged (at least, here in New Jersey). My local has endorsed Ras Baraka, whom you accurately described as "the leftiest and most strident" of the Democratic hopefuls. Perhaps this tells us something about American labor unions. Perhaps it tells us something about American university professors. Or perhaps it tells us something about American university professors who become union leaders.
A.L. in Highland Park, NJ: It's primary eve and I already know the guy I voted for, Ras Baraka, is not going to win. The winner will likely be Mikie Sherrill. And she is... fine. She, like Hillary Clinton and Kamala Harris before her, is a nice lady, a striver, someone who succeeded in a system stacked against her. But because of that, she (like Hillary Clinton and Kamala Harris before her) is a work-within-the margins, change this program by 5%, adjust this other thing by a smidge kind of person.
The zeitgeist is looking for a wholesale change kind of person: Bernie Sanders fits the bill. I guess Donald Trump and Elon Musk are the schizophrenic schismatic version you get when the same sentiment is applied to the party of William F. Buckley and the Chicago School of Economics. Mikie Sherrill smiling in her flight jacket with a diverse bunch of girls ain't it. Ras Baraka may not be it either, but at least there is a hint of anger there. One hope for Democrats in the Garden State is that likely Republican winner Jack Ciattarelli is just as much of a mismatch for the times. Another is the hope that, by the time November rolls around, this burn-it-all-down sentiment will have itself burnt out, and a straighten-up-and-fly-right governor will be just the ticket.
Thanks to both of you!
Next week, it's Virginia. And the week after that, New York City. (Z)
Rep. Mark Green (R-TN), who announced his retirement from Congress in February of last year and then changed his mind, is quitting again. He says he's going to stay around long enough to help pass Donald Trump's big, beautiful bill, and then he's leaving his job for "a private-sector opportunity that was just too good to pass up." Inasmuch as he's pointedly not sharing details, we assume Green won't be working on feeding the hungry or healing the sick and infirm.
Green is one of the kookiest and one of the MAGA-est members of the House. In a Venn diagram, those two circles overlap quite a bit, so it's not unusual that he's both. He remains a believer that Barack Obama is a Muslim and a non-citizen, says public health programs are meant as obstacles to Christian evangelicals, insists that being transgender is the result of a communicable disease, rejects the theory of evolution entirely, and has sounded the alarm on chemtrails. Did we mention that he's an M.D.? Wright State University School of Medicine must be so proud to claim him as an alumnus. Maybe they can blame the school where he got his MA, namely USC.
In any event, in among all the nuttiness, Green is probably best known for two things: leading the charge to impeach then-DHS Secretary Alejando Mayorkas, and expressing his view that when men look at Victoria's Secret catalogs, it's "one step closer to Saddam Hussein." There has been some reporting that Green's "private-sector opportunity" involves the nation of Guyana. That may or may not be true. And it may or may not be a coincidence that Guyana is where the Rev. Jim Jones led his cult in a mass-murder/suicide back in 1978.
Once Green departs, it will drop the Republicans' majority to 219-212, meaning that Mike Johnson will still have a three-vote margin of error in a circumstance where all members vote, and all the Democrats stick together. Put another way, with Green, three defections means a bill passes 217-215; without him the bill passes 216-215.
Green's district, TN-07, is R+10, so it will presumably remain in Republican hands once a replacement is chosen. Under the terms of Tennessee law, Gov. Bill Lee (R-TN) must call for an election within 10 days of the seat coming vacant, and then must hold the general election between 100 and 107 days after that. So, the replacement is likely to be seated in late October or early November. By that time, two vacant-but-sure-to-be-Democratic seats will have been filled (the D+18 VA-11 and the D+13 AZ-07), and a third (the D+22 TX-18) will either be filled as well or will be on the cusp of being filled (the election is Nov. 4). So, barring any further reductions in Democratic membership, the Speaker's margin is as big right now as it's going to be for a while; maybe for the rest of this Congress. (Z)
Our remembrance for today comes from R.A.K. in Alford, MA:
We have seen a series of war memoirs, which have been deeply affecting, and have emphasized the sacrifice, suffering, and occasional heroism of war. However, my family story relates to the other face of military service: the absurdity, silliness, and occasional inadvertent humor. First, a disclaimer. This is my recollection of stories told to me 50 years ago, which were even then memories of events from 30 years before. Further, my father was an honest man, but loved to tell a good story, and might not have allowed every little fact to interfere with that story. If any readers have expertise that contradicts the story, my apologies, and I hope the effect on your blood pressure is not too severe.
My father turned 17 in 1943, at the end of his sophomore year as a physics major at CCNY. It was the custom in the New York City schools to rush bright kids along. Unsurprisingly, he found himself intellectually but not emotionally prepared for college. It occurred to him that joining the army would be a great way to avoid having to study. The army had other ideas. They thought that training physicists was a great idea, and assigned him to continue classwork at Princeton under military discipline.
Since the idea had been to get away from books, he then responded to an air corps recruiting poster. In huge boldface type it said, "Join the Air Corps. Be a PILOT, BOMBARDIER, or NAVIGATOR." And in tiny little type at the bottom, "or gunner." At the time, the combat life of a gunner was measured in seconds, and the training programs for the skilled flight positions were filled for the foreseeable future. Those who responded to the recruitment ad were given a test that virtually everyone would fail and then became gunners. My father did eventually pass the test and became one of a small group of people that the army had no idea what to do with.
His first Air Corps assignment was to work on tests that would predict who would pass flight school. There were both physical and paper and pencil components. The army felt that it was critical that everyone who entered flight school should pass and become a pilot. Keeping a wand pointed at a spot on a turntable while being spun upside down in a gimballed chair, for example, would seem to be a useful test. No correlation with passing, as it turns out. The only consistent predictor was the question of how many books were in the candidate's library at home. Those who answered "seven" passed flight school. No one ever figured out whether they were selecting for candidates who actually owned exactly seven books or who just thought that the army would like that answer.
Eventually, the army decided that as a physicist, my father would understand weights, levers, and torque. They then sent him to Bakersfield to teach pilot candidates how to balance an airplane. For an hour a day he was a temporary captain so as to outrank the students. For the rest of the day he was a private, and the army assigned the New York kid who never owned a car to drive the radio van through winding mountain roads. This was clearly the most dangerous part of his entire military service.
This story was related to me as a series of stupid choices that almost got my father killed. There is a somewhat ironic coda, however. The university assignment appears to have been a program called ASTP. In Citizen Soldiers, Stephen Ambrose describes the army's decision in 1944 that they needed cannon fodder more than future leaders. ASTP was suddenly closed down, and these inexperienced and almost untrained kids were sent to the front lines in the Battle of the Bulge, where they were slaughtered. So, the decision to join the Air Corps, which my father considered the stupidest, most dangerous decision of all, probably saved his life. Good-bye Dad, may your memory always be a blessing.
Thank you, R.A.K. (Z)