No Evidence [Narrator: There is some evidence]

Pablo Picasso, Nous Autres Musiciens, 1921, via Wikipedia.

I love the galloping rhythm of these jaunty couplets composed in a moment of adversity:

Song of the Illegal Witch Hunt

By Donald J. Trump

The illegal Mueller Witch Hunt
continues in search of a crime.

There was never Collusion with Russia,
except by the Clinton campaign,

so the 17 Angry Democrats are looking
at anything they can find.

Very unfair and BAD for the country. ALSO,
not allowed under the LAW!

I'm sorry, Donald? There was a dog not barking, and it was so loud I couldn't hear what you were saying!

The dog I mean being, of course, Paul Manafort's guilty plea on Friday and agreement to cooperate

fully, truthfully, completely and forthrightly with the Government and other law enforcement authorities identified by the Government in any and all matters to which the Government deems the cooperation relevant.

Rodolfo Giuliani came out posthaste with a covfefe denial that there was anything serious here, so instantly and easily falsified that none of the commentators even bothered to make fun of his drunk-typing:

Which Hunt

Kensington Wine Rooms, Notting Hill. Via Britain Magazine.

Here we are again, trying to figure out which emails we're talking about.

The new Papadopoulos episode in The New York Times, in which young George, in the Kensington Wine Rooms with Australian High Commissioner to Great Britain (which is the Commonwealth equivalent of ambassador, that's bonus info that even Matty didn't have) Alexander Downer, drunkenly informs his excellency that Russians are in possession of thousands of emails that could sink Hillary Clinton's presidential campaign, in May 2016, which the high commissioner then shares with the FBI after an interesting delay, launching the FBI's investigation of a possible conspiracy between the Russian government and the Trump campaign, raises some questions for people with a better understanding of the big picture than I have, like Marcy at Emptywheel:

the few GOPers who have responded to this news raise another question: did the Aussies even know what emails Papadopoulos was talking about?

As I noted in October, we actually don’t know what emails Joseph Misfud [recte Mifsud] was talking about when he told Papadopoulos had dirt on Hillary. Trumpsters are now suggesting these emails might be those Guccifer 1.0 stole from Hillary, but they could be a range of other emails.

This story would be far more damning if the NYT knew for sure that the emails were ones freshly stolen from DNC, John Podesta, or the Hillary campaign itself, but they don’t.

But I think from the standpoint of my own little patch in the garden it's not all that complicated. Not that I've got a story that meets the evidentiary standards you'd want the Times to apply, but we do know enough for a reasonable person to speculate with.

High jinks and hot links

Schrödinger's politician. This, by David Javerbaum in the Sunday Times, is so great that I can't even stand it.

Schon wieder Schrödingers Katze. From 11K2.

The mysterious fate of Conservative Teen  (via Dante Atkins at Kos).

A question from Marcy Wheeler: What if the FBI snooped on anti-abortion groups?

Spying. From ZeroPaid.

Observers' paradox

Schrödinger's Cat. By Draguunthor at DeviantArt.

The tempest over the Susan G. Komen for the Cure Foundation massacre as it unfolded Thursday and Friday put me in mind of a problem on a blogospheric scale that I have meant to address for some time, the Heisenbergian way the Internet has of dealing with uncertainty—you can perceive the velocity of a story as it travels through the Tubes or its position, but not both at the same time, and the aspect you choose has an effect on what the story actually is.

The news that SGK had reversed its decision to withdraw funding for breast examinations [jump]