J.D. Vance versus the cat people

Some of my best friends are cat people. Im particularly indebted to our neighbor Laura, a self-described crazy cat lady, who took in Albert, the most unusual feline Ive known.

One time, when we lived in the country, we walked through the fields to check on Albert, where hed set up temporary headquarters hunting mice in the neighbors hay barn. He came sauntering out to greet us, walking straight through a flock of turkey vultures cleaning up carrion on the ground. The buzzards paid him no mind. My wife was flabbergasted.

Albert always had his own plan except for one time after Id broken three ribs in a fall from a horse. He converted himself from a barn cat to a house pet, sitting on the arm of my chair, purring and helping me watch the Red Sox on TV until I healed up.

I was absurdly fond of that cat.

Altogether, Albert lived with us for 10 years before relocating to Lauras front porch. After moving back to town, wed adopted an energetic young dog a Great Pyrenees-husky mix who thinks cat-pestering is great fun. I dont believe he means to hurt them Aspen is a friendly, gentle animal in other respects but Albert wasnt sticking around to find out. I figured hed adapt, but he chose Lauras front porch instead.

Hes always been a shrewd judge of character. Laura feeds him, pets him and takes him to the vet. We pay the vet bills and make occasional visits, where hes somewhat aloof but friendly. So, its all worked out for the best.

Indeed, Laura has recently managed something Id have thought impossible: Shes converted the now 15-year-old orange tabby to an indoor cat. He no longer prowls the neighborhood killing rats and getting into fights. Hes living as an older gentleman among Lauras several cats.

In short, shes a feline philanthropist and a wonderful neighbor. I know she has elderly parents nearby whom she cares for, but Lauras intimate life isnt something we talk about. Her immediate family consists of her and the cats.

In other words, J.D. Vance can kiss my grits, as we say in Arkansas when were being nice.

I dont know if weird is the right word, but he and Donald Trump are definitely soul brothers. Try to imagine why a politician would be fool enough to call Jennifer Aniston, the widely beloved actress she has a reported 45 million Instagram followers disgusting.

Anistons sin was objecting to the childless part of childless cat ladies who are miserable in their own lives and therefore have no direct stake in America.

On her Instagram account, the actress, who has made no secret of her struggles to become a mother, commented, Mr. Vance, I pray that your daughter is fortunate enough to bear children of her own one day. I hope she will not have to turn to IVF as a second option. Because you are trying to take that away from her too.

Its true. A fierce anti-abortion activist, Vance voted against a Democratic bill to protect IVF rights. What he found disgusting was the actresss mention of his 2-year-old daughter. Evidently, only he gets to use his children as political pawns.

Has any national politician ever had a more unfortunate coming-out? This guy makes Alaska hockey mom Sarah Palin look like Abraham Lincoln. As blogger Charles Pierce puts it, Vance may be the worst public politician I have ever seen. No kidding. This guy could screw up a two-car funeral if you spotted him the hearse.

Vances liege and sovereign lord, meanwhile, has been going around the country promising his followers that if hes elected in 2024, there wont be any need for future elections. Or something.

Christians, get out and vote! Just this time, Donald Trump told an audience of evangelicals last week. You wont have to do it anymore. Four more years. You know what? Itll be fixed! Itll be fine! You wont have to vote anymore, my beautiful Christians. I love you, Christians! Im a Christian.

Yeah, well, if hes a Christian, Im the pope.

On her Fox News program, Laura Ingraham all but begged Trump to clear up his ambiguous remarks. Surely, he didnt mean to say hed rule as a dictator?

Trump only repeated himself in one of his classic bafflegab statements: Dont worry about the future, he said. You have to vote on Nov. 5. After that, you dont have to worry about voting anymore. I dont care, because were going to fix it. The country will be fixed, and we wont even need your vote anymore because frankly, we will have such love if you dont want to vote anymore, thats OK.

Were all supposed to pretend that Trumps engaging in strategic ambiguity, and not simply a cunning but confused old man slipping into senility.

Truth is, hes halfway gone.

Arkansas Times columnist Gene Lyons is a National Magazine Award winner and co-author of The Hunting of the President (St. Martins Press, 2000). You can email Lyons at [email protected].

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