When a Houston man saw a white police officer attempting to handcuff a Black man on the ground, he could have just watched, but Ulerick Fields put himself in harm’s way to make sure the suspect survived. “Don’t get on his neck now. Just taze him,” he could be heard screaming to police in witness video. The incident Fields captured on video Monday unfolded at a gas station in southeast Houston, according to local news station KHOU-TV. Fields was at the business to purchase gum when police officers called to the scene arrived. Witnesses told them a man with a knife appeared to be on drugs at the gas station, and police moved to arrest the man, another local news station KTRK-TV reported.
"He had a knife, a butcher knife," a witness could be heard yelling in one video clip of the incident. In another, a police officer responded to Fields and another bystander’s demand not to hurt the suspect with a request. “Y’all want to help out?” the cop asked.
Here’s the coronavirus death toll through July 11. This is going to be a bad month.
Social and bureaucratic hurdles have caused unnecessary delays in obtaining what can be a lifesaving antiretroviral medication.
By Larry Buhl, for Capital and Main
Back in March, Quadeer Jones, a 23-year-old actor in Los Angeles, decided to get preexposure prophylaxis, or PrEP, to protect himself from HIV when having sex. He made an appointment at the Los Angeles LGBT Center to get PrEP medication, the antiretroviral Truvada, traveling more than 30 miles. Once he arrived at the center, the process was relatively easy. “I had to schedule an appointment for rapid HIV testing,” he says. “They said I was negative. I got my prescription and meds and I was out the door in about an hour.”
Jones, a New York transplant, had an easier time getting PrEP than most people, and his situation is even more unusual because it was his very woke father who told him about PrEP after hearing about it on a TV commercial. Many people who want PrEP, at least those who aren’t close to an LGBT-friendly clinic, might have trouble getting a doctor to prescribe PrEP, or finding one who even knows what it is. And then they might not find a pharmacy with Truvada, or a newer drug called Descovy, in stock. In many parts of the country, paying for PrEP can be another hurdle, though thanks to Medi-Cal and the state PrEP Assistance Program, the meds are free or nearly free for most Californians. Regular lab tests for people on PrEP long-term are often an out-of-pocket expense.
These hurdles cause unnecessary delays in obtaining what can be lifesaving medication.
Though the term “a cappella” is derived from Italian, meaning without instrumental accompaniment, or in the style of church or chapel music, we don’t always think of it immediately when discussing rhythm and blues, rock ‘n’ roll, or jazz. My first exposure to a cappella singing was on street corners, not in church, which I discussed when writing about doo-wop in June. One of the key advantages to singing and developing harmonies without the benefit of instrumental backing was it could be done anywhere, without having to take music lessons or have access to instruments.
Though those early songs on the corner may not have had lyrics that were birthed from a religious ideology, there is something about the blending of those voices that lifts the spirit even when the subject matter is mundane. As we continue to attempt coping with a world turned upside-down by the COVID-19 pandemic, a lunatic in our White House, and racism run rampant, and when so many of us seem to be suffering broken sleep patterns and unease—it’s good to take some time out and allow the unbridled joy of voices blending in harmony to lift you up.
From our own indefatigable and ever-obliging WaterGirl:
Spring flowers are long gone, but summer has arrived!
Top pic: This is the round bed in front, and this picture was taken a few weeks ago. It will be a couple of weeks before the bed is showy again with hydrangea and coneflower blooms.
The peonies you see are gone, but here they are in a vase. I almost could have had a Martha Stewart look for a minute, don’t you think?
But no, my white cotton pandemic gloves were in the picture – on the floor of the porch, no less! They had been in quarantine on the porch – and they had apparently blown onto the floor. This is why I am a terrible photographer; all I see if a sweet pup or kitty, or a beautiful flower, and everything else is invisible to my eye. But not to the camera lens, of course.
We always get a big rain on the day after all the full peonies come into bloom. This time I was at least smart enough, first thing in the morning after a nighttime of rain, to cut a bunch of the stems that were dragging to the ground, weighted with all the rain, so I could enjoy them in a vase. Next year, I hope to be smart enough to cut them right before the rain starts, because I think the cut blooms will last longer if they haven’t been beat up by the rain.
My painted fern is happy again this year, and I always try to pair them with the blackberry ice huechera, for what I hope are obvious reasons. Two years ago, after being in the ground for at least 5 years, it suddenly got very unhappy, and it looked like it wouldn’t make it. I dug it up, figuring I would pot it for a bit so I could move it to the convalescent area on the patio until it recovered. Everything loves that side patio area that gets dappled sun. But it fell into 4 pieces when I tried to move it, so I ended up with 4 pots. They all did really well, so this one (the biggest piece) got moved back to the original location, and all is right with the world again.
My blushing bride hydrangea has 2 blooms so far, hopefully with lots more to come! If the color came through in the photo, you’ll see that it’s called blushing bride because the flowers are white, but with the palest pink blush. That’s one of my favorite colors in the garden, as you’ll soon see.
I don’t know the exact name of this mandevilla, but it has the same blushing color. The flower starts out the palest pink, and then turns to white with a yellow center.
And again, these double impatience might look white at first glance, but it is also the palest pink color. I don’t do much in the way of annuals these days, but I always have this tiny pot of blushing white double impatiens in the chair.
And I always plant a big pot of double impatiens in this same brown pot. That’s how I get my dose of the showiness you get with annuals.
These sundrops originally came from my mom, who has been gone for 35 years. My mom called them buttercups, but the Google calls them sundrops. I have had them in multiple locations over the years. I have them in 3 different spots, just so that if something goes terribly wrong in one spot, I can always have them. Always. (You know what they say about IT people, they were belts and suspenders.)
My sisters and multiple nieces have gone home from my house with a freshly-dug batch so they can have my mom’s flowers at their houses, too.
I bought 3 of these plants in 2-inch pots in 2016. It was very slow-going at first, because they were advertised as full sun, and that was a total lie. I nursed them along that first year, totally boring, just tiny little green plants with no flowers, and gave one of the plants to my best friend to bring in over the winter. Hers didn’t make it, but my two did. In 2018, after two different failed locations, I finally moved them to their current location and they started to flower. I LOVE this plant. It has to be overwintered, but it’s totally worth it. The same is true of the madevilla.
Purple Coneflower, Lilies, Black-Eyed Susan, and Allium
This is the main section where things are happening in my backyard at the moment. Though I do have fire & ice hydrangea, veronica, bee balm, and more that will have their own time to shine as the summer goes on.
This clematis was here when I moved in 35 years ago. It’s one of the classic varieties – Jack Something-or-Other. The previous owner had it growing on a piece of chain link fence that was hung in front of the window. Not exactly picturesque! I managed to salvage enough for it to survive when I got rid of the hanging fence, and I replaced the fence with the crisscross wood lattice that you see everywhere. Many years later, that broke in a storm, and I spent many hours untangling the vines from the lattice. But it was worth it. It blooms every year, peaking just in time for my birthday. This is the view from outside, at its peak. It’s always my first Happy Birthday of the year.
We had a photo of the ferns in the Spring Unfolding Garden Chat, but they are even taller now, so I thought you might like to see them.
What’s going on in your garden(s), this week?
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— Paula Reid (@PaulaReidCBS) July 11, 2020
At least they know to wear their masks!
— Lily Scott (@Lily_Scott_says) July 11, 2020
I’m sorry but we simply cannot lose this app pic.twitter.com/wuzgQ5mlYG
— Tim Hogan (@timjhogan) July 11, 2020
Also, for us history nerds:
1) A stranger than fiction Roman ring mystery thread: this enigmatic Roman gold ring was found in a ploughed field near Silchester in 1785. The square bezel has a portrait of the pagan goddess Venus, inscribed backwards SUNEV for use as a signet ring by the owner. Curiously… pic.twitter.com/Ls0QcDVNzq
— Gareth Harney (@OptimoPrincipi) July 10, 2020
(Click on the tweet for the full thread)
Donald Trump rewards loyalty, sometimes, when he feels like it, and convicted felon Roger Stone is the most recent beneficiary of the Racist in Chief’s inconsistent and conditional generosity. Disgust at Trump’s commutation of Stone’s federal sentence (before the latter served a day of his 40 months) has been widespread since the move was announced late Friday, even if surprise is a bit harder to find. Trump, of course, can’t resist Twitter, finding time to ramp up his cries of witch hunts and hoaxes in between threatening schools and retweeting 2019 Misinformer of the Year John Solomon.
In an uncharacteristic break from his signature (and necessary) silence on the matter, Robert Mueller took to his own computer Saturday to defend his work and his team, and remind us just how dirty Roger Stone is. In a pointed op-ed for The Washington Post—titled “Roger Stone remains a convicted felon, and rightly so”—Mueller tackles the Oval Office Occupant’s obsessive misinformation campaign against him and the massive investigation that made him a household name. Mueller’s concise summary of that investigation as it pertains to Stone and his crimes combines with an unflinching rebuke of both the commutation and Trump’s continued insistence that it was all a hoax—and comes in at exactly 725 words.
Sure, that’s not as short as a tweet, but Saturday’s Mueller op-ed is a whole lot more accessible than the 2019 Mueller Report.
Today's program from our podcasting affiliate, The Bob Cesca Show:
One Term Loser -- [Explicit Language] Major Supreme Court victories against the imperial presidency; Mazars and others have to turn over Trump's financial documents to investigators; Additional hurdles in court; Deutsche Bank agrees to turn over documents; Too Much Information; Revisiting the New York Times investigation into Trump's tax scams; Black Lives Matter mural painted outside Trump Tower; Red Hat couple charged with hate crimes; TRex's awesome new article for The Guardian; The CDC will not revise its reopening guidelines; Tulsa is seeing a spike in coronavirus cases; Jody Hamilton and TRex David Ferguson are here; With music by C.C. Grace and Stone Cold Chakra; and more!
The United States played fast and loose with the health of essential workers during the first months of the coronavirus pandemic, and the push to reopen businesses despite surging COVID-19 infections is no different. Essential workers and advocacy groups that represent them are calling for stronger health and safety protections, Sen. Elizabeth Warren and Rep. Ro Khanna have called for an Essential Workers Bill of Rights, and some local governments have increased protections, but businesses—backed, of course, by the Trump administration—are pushing back, even as workers are “on the frontlines like sacrificial lambs,” call center worker Hope Gilmore told NBC News.
“Employers are tending to take the position that they're complying with OSHA guidelines, but it's extremely clear that OSHA guidelines are not protecting workers and are toothless," Rebecca Kolins Givan, an associate professor at Rutgers University's School of Management and Labor Relations, said. "The entire reason for having government regulation is that the market will not create safe workplaces."
Robert Mueller has an op-ed in the Washington Post. He is getting tired of Trumpian misrepresentation.
I feel compelled to respond both to broad claims that our investigation was illegitimate and our motives were improper, and to specific claims that Roger Stone was a victim of our office.
It’s short and clear, something that his earlier report could have benefitted from.
We now have a detailed picture of Russia’s interference in the 2016 presidential election. The special counsel’s office identified two principal operations directed at our election: hacking and dumping Clinton campaign emails, and an online social media campaign to disparage the Democratic candidate. We also identified numerous links between the Russian government and Trump campaign personnel — Stone among them. We did not establish that members of the Trump campaign conspired with the Russian government in its activities. The investigation did, however, establish that the Russian government perceived it would benefit from a Trump presidency and worked to secure that outcome. It also established that the campaign expected it would benefit electorally from information stolen and released through Russian efforts.
Anyhow, read the whole thing.
We all have ways of decompressing from the current dystopian reality, and one of ours is rewatching favorite anime. I know, I know — it’s easy to assume that ‘anime’ means interminable sagas about gotta-catch-em-all marketing tie-ins, space opera ultraviolence, or softcore porn for extremely niche targets. But that’s like judging ‘American books’ by what’s available at an airport book stall!
Here’s a handful of my personal favorites, variously available through Amazon Prime, Hulu, Netflix, YouTube, and probably many other streaming services I don’t know (not to mention your local library). All of them are (mostly) non-violent, non-erotic (although frequently romantic!), and perhaps most importantly short. A 13-arc series of 23-minute episodes is approximately five hours of viewing, less than many mini-series… and you can usually tell by the end of the first episode whether a particular series is worth your time watching it. Also note the original broadcast dates in parentheses next to each title; in the older ones, some of the details are inevitably outdated, but the fact they’re still popular enough to be circulating is a testament to their worth.
Princess Tutu (2002)
Okay, this one is actually 26 episodes… but it breaks neatly into two parts, if that’s as much as you can stand. One of a kind is always special, Terry Pratchett would say — and I believe Sir Terry would’ve appreciated this completely individual saga based (very loosely) on Middle European folk tales as filtered through classical ballet. Gold Crown Town has been trapped in its bubble of magical realism ever since the inhabitants turned against an uncannily gifted author whose stories came true, but never happily ever after. There is a Sailor-Moon-style magical girl, with the inevitable power duels are settled with classical pas de deuxes. There is broad Harry-Potteresque classic-English-boarding-school-but-with-magic humor, and adolescent love triangles that turn into quadrangles and back again. And there is the overarching warning that all writers are bastards, and some of them are monsters. (Warning: Despite the ‘cute’ animation style, the second season in particular is rather too disturbing for young children.)
Princess Nine (1998)
Missing the boys of summer? High-school baseball is to Japan what high-school football is to Texas… if the annual football playoffs were on national television. Japan’s most powerful (and imperious) female CEO has decreed that female students should have the chance to compete against their male counterparts, and Ryo Hayakawa — inheritor of her late father’s renowned Miracle Pitch — is the keystone of that extremely ambitious plan. There’s plenty of teen drama, but also (I am informed by someone better equipped to judge) a decent introduction to besobaru. (Or you could hate-watch, to find out how badly I have been misled!)
Twin Spica (2003)
If you have fond memories of Robert Heinlein’s early young-adult novels, this one’s for you. Japan’s first space launch goes horribly awry, but little Asumi’s personal tragedy that day eventually leads her to a mysterious ‘guardian’ who will help her train for her dreams of becoming a ‘rocket pilot’. When an academy for (adolescent) potential astronauts is finally rebooted, Asumi and her new classmates win highly coveted slots… but can a girl (and a tiny little 4’9″ girl, at that) really aspire to astronaut status? Yet Asumi is so certain, so focused on her goal (like a good Heinlein hero) that even her ‘enemies’ can’t help but root for her…
Tsukikage Ran / Carried By the Wind (2000)
A dusty, sepia-tinted little hamlet miles outside the boundaries of civilization. A lone swords(wo)man walks into the bar… If you like spaghetti westerns and/or samurai movies — and don’t mind a certain amount of parody — this 13-episode series is for you. Ran is a wandering sword-slinger with an upper-class accent and a fatal taste for sake. Lady Meow (of the Iron Cat Fist) is her faithful, if hapless, Sancho Panza. The individual episodes are effectively stand-alones, and entirely predictable, but the dialog and inevitable multiplayer battles are beautifully choreographed.
Young Yurie wakes up one morning and discovers she’s become a (Shinto) goddess. (Ah, puberty. ) She’s not yet sure what her powers might be, but suddenly she can see all the various tiny animist godlings and deities that crowd her boring little not-quite-1960s town. When she complains to her schoolmates, she’s taken in hand by Matsuri, daughter of the local shrine, which could really use the boost; the god of the shrine is a young waster who spends his time dreaming of being a rock star, like his cute (goddess) pop-star crush. Yurie’s also visited by a trio of magical spirits assigned by the God Association, a very Japanese union, complete with an annual business convention. (Get your card stamped at every lecture, for an entry in the door-prize lottery!) Yurie, of course, is more interested in mooning after one of her male classmates, playing with her (not entirely mundane) cat, and wasting time with her girlfriends, but a god’s gotta do what a god’s assigned to do!
Shingu: Secrets of the Stellar Wars (2001)
This one’s for R.A. Lafferty fans. It’s 2070, and the government has just admitted it’s in contact with aliens… something everyone has pretty much suspected all along, really. Hajime’s a relative newcomer to the small town of Tenmo, and on his first day of junior high, he discovers some of his classmates are mysteriously connected to the various giant monsters that have started appearing in the skies — and to the giant Shingu figure that protects Earth from those aliens. Then he find out that seemingly half the town’s adults are actually diplomats for various galactic empires, which is when things really get weird… Don’t worry about the ‘monster battles’; they are the least important part of the story, and take up very little time in any given episode. Always tongue-in-cheek, always respectful of the minor joys of daily life, complete with a final Wagnerian battle, and a Nine Hundred Grandmothers ending.
Figure 17 (2001)
The episodes in this series are 46 minutes (with commercials, an hour) instead of the usual 23-minute ‘half hour’. Shy ten-year-old Tsubasa is trying to find her place in the extremely rural Hokkaido community where her widowed father has chosen to pursue his dream of becoming a professional baker instead of a big-city salaryman. In the nearby woods, she literally stumbles across a crashed spaceship, its unconscious humanoid pilot, and a giant monster. When she attempts to hide, she accidentally triggers a biogenetic ‘liquid metal’ suit of armor, Number 17 in its series, which temporarily transforms her into an adolescent battle warrior… and, once the monster is beaten, becomes a virtual copy of herself. So, every episode is approximately half an hour of a gentle, soft-textured slice of life, where Tsubasa and her popular, outgoing ‘twin’ participate in class plays and camping trips… followed by 15 minutes of Buffy the Alien Slayer. It shouldn’t work, but despite the rich veins of handwavium involved in holding the plot together, it does. Just be prepared for the ending to break your heart (while staying honest to the spirit of the series).
Anohana: The Flower We Saw That Day (2011)
YA fans should love this one. Adolescent angst at its most elegiac, with a soupcon of the supernatural. None of the surviving ‘Super Peace Busters’ have fully recovered since the day five years earlier when one of their members died in an accident, but former group leader Jintan is the most damaged of the survivors (possibly because his mother died around the same time). He’s become a hikkikomori, a recluse, refusing to go to school or even leave the house — until the day Menma’s ghost shows up, and demands that he reassemble the old gang, so she can finally get her last wish and pass on to the afterlife. This would be easier to achieve if only she could remember what that last wish was… or if any of the other former friends could see her… (Be sure you watch the credits after the final episode, which beautifully round out the story.)
Fellow otaku: Please let me know in the comments where you agree/disagree with me, or if you have your own recommendations. I’d particularly love to hear about newer series in this general vein — the Spousal Unit is still working (from home) full time, I spend my days on this blog, and the way our schedules mesh means we don’t have much time when we’re both awake and ready to watch stuff together!
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New York Times executive editor Dean Baquet continues to be there, for some reason, despite recent blunders and buffoonery from the paper (like the Tom Cotton op-ed pressing for military violence against protesters—the one the Times editors solicited, but allegedly never bothered to read before publishing). As such, the Times will remain incapable of any introspection into just how badly their journalistic model has failed in an era when government officials are brazenly lying to the public on a daily, briefing-by-briefing basis, or what true journalism might look like when the old model—inviting important people to make declarations to the public while demurring on whether any of it is, say, openly fraudulent—becomes a tool for defrauding the public, rather than a tool for preventing it.
The man and the company seem incapable of learning. In a podcast interview last week singled out by PressWatchers' Dan Froomkin, Baquet gave a noble defense of enforced journalistic ignorance.
Anomalie performing 'Velours' from his new album 'Metropole' at Nexus ICA, Fri 13 Oct.
To hear more of his incredible music, go to SoundCloud
On Monday, the incompetent fascist Donald Trump and team announced new directive declaring that international college students will be losing their U.S. visas, and thus their right to stay in this country, if their coursework at their U.S. colleges and universities is switched to solely online classes. Switching to all-online classes is a very effective way of making sure students Not Die, generally considered a plus at most institutions of higher learning, even as the United States' COVID-19 pandemic rages out of control.
The New York Times has a story making the somewhat dodgy assertion that the Trump team's move was an "effort to pressure universities into reopening." Is it? Is it mostly that? It doesn't seem likely. Instead, that guess seems once again a press reinterpretation of the Trump White House's attacks on immigrants, migrants, and foreign visitors into anything that can be considered less blatantly racist. And if we've learned even one thing about Donald Trump, it's that he has no "strategies" for anything. He's just a cruel and dimwitted racist.
MSNBC has made some terrific decisions, lately. First, we learn that Joy Reid will take over the 7 pm evening anchor spot that Chris Matthews vacated — HUZZAH! Second, I have seen the inimitable Elie Mystal appear as a guest on the network twice in the last 2 weeks! This morning, those things converged as Mystal appeared on AM Joy to talk about the gross corruption reflected in Trump's commutation of Roger Stone's sentence. He also had some perspective for Democrats on how they could use their power, once they get it back.
At the beginning of the segment, Reid's panel discussed the Stone business, and the potential for a second impeachment, should Trump win a second term.
When interviewed by the Arizona Republic, Kristin Arquiza said, “They are people like my dad who have entire families and communities behind them that are mourning,” she said. “I feel as if he was robbed." She believes policy failures led to her father's unnecessary death, and the family invited Arizona's Governor to her father's funeral, but Doug Ducey's office did not respond.
Source: Washington Post
When her father died of covid-19 last month, Kristin Urquiza minced no words assigning blame.
Mark Urquiza, 65, should still be alive, his daughter wrote in a scathing obituary, published Wednesday in the Arizona Republic.
“His death is due to the carelessness of the politicians who continue to jeopardize the health of brown bodies through a clear lack of leadership, refusal to acknowledge the severity of this crisis, and inability and unwillingness to give clear and decisive direction on how to minimize risk,” she wrote.
The searing tribute encapsulates the fury of critics who say governments at multiple levels are failing at their most basic duty: keeping citizens safe. The obituary also nods at the outbreak’s disproportionate impact on black and Hispanic communities, who have been devastated by higher rates of coronavirus-related hospitalization and death.
Personal-injury attorneys Mark and Patricia McCloskey entered the national spotlight like the ultimate expression of white privilege, waving their weapons toward peaceful protesters whose crime was walking down a sidewalk. Republicans immediately tried to make the pair heroes of the Second Amendment, valiantly defending their home by pointing the weapons in the face of Americans who had the audacity to not be rich and white.
So it will probably come as a relief to everyone that they turn out to be jackasses of the first water. Mark McCloskey isn’t just the kind of raging a-hole who is hated by all of his neighbors, he’s not just a guy who has sued his own sister and his own father, he’s also a guy who did this: He destroyed bee hives on a neighbor’s property and left behind a note not only admitting that he did it, but threatening to sue if they didn’t clean up the mess promptly. That neighbor was a Jewish synagogue which had planned to use the honey for Rosh Hashanah. “The children were crying in school,” said Rabbi Susan Talve. “It was part of our curriculum.”Congratulations, Republicans. These are your new heroes. And they’re perfect.
Jillian Wuestenberg, the idiot who pulled a gun on a 15-year-old Black teenager and her mother in a Chipotle parking lot in Michigan, gave a pathetic, whiny, and frankly, unbelievable interview with a local news outlet, 7 Action News. Wuestenberg and her husband, Eric, were caught on video pointing a loaded gun and threatening an unarmed Black teenager and her family. Welp, shortly after the video went viral, they were both charged with felony assault.
Chipotle Karen is claiming that she pulled a gun on a family that was armed with a cellphone, because she "feared for her life." Her lawyer went so far as to call it...are you ready for this? "Ethnic intimidation."
She said:"We had no want to escalate anything. We wanted to go home, we wanted to leave in our car, we wanted the other family to be able to leave in their car. There was no desire for escalation on our part, there was a desire to live."
Sweetie, you know how you could have not escalated the situation? You could have stayed in your car and driven away. Literally, that is it. But nope, you had to play vigilante and hop out of your minivan. You pulled out your handgun and aimed it at people and threatened to shoot them. That is the literal opposite of deescalation.
On AM Joy this morning, host Joy Reid discussed Trump’s cruel effort to make foreign students choose between risking their lives with in-person classes or being kicked out of the country. Reid noted that Harvard and M.I.T. have sued the Trump administration over the policy. Then she turned to guest Tiffany Cross for commentary.
Cross’ response was one for ages:CROSS: I think this is more red meat that he's throwing to his cult-like following that he desperately needs this November. … [H]e's using this as an opportunity to perpetuate the xenophobia that helped get him elected with this anti-immigration attitude.
Let's just revisit the story of Melania Trump. When she came to this country, under mysterious circumstances, she was granted the Einstein visa, which is reserved for people who have some marvel achievement, some accomplishment.
Now I’ve googled Melania Trump and there are some salacious imagery out there of her. So I can imagine what Donald Trump may have thought her skill was, I don’t know. But no Republican has ever been able to answer the question, what was her unique skill that she was able to leapfrog over actual geniuses and land in this country?
It’s very simple: By commuting Roger Stone’s sentence, The Man Who Lost The Popular Vote has sent a clear signal that anyone who does something illegal on his behalf, or who has knowledge of something illegal he has done and lies about it under oath, and/or to investigators, will never be punished. This an act that fatally weakens the constitutionally mandated checks and balances through which our democracy prevents a president from achieving dictatorial power.
Investigations cannot proceed toward any sort of justice if no one is required to tell the truth. That much should be apparent to any reasonable, objective observer, no matter their party. This president has now created a shield around himself so that he can—so long as he simply maintains the loyalty of his minions—do literally anything he wants and remain free of accountability or punishment. That cannot be allowed to stand. Our system offers but one remedy.