𝙍𝙀𝙈𝙀𝙈𝘽𝙀𝙍𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀 𝙄'𝙑𝙀 𝙎𝙀𝙀𝙉 𝘾𝙇𝘼𝙍𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙂𝙄𝙉𝙉𝙄 𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙈𝘼𝙎 𝘽𝙀𝙁𝙊𝙍𝙀

DONKEYHOTEY 8/13/23

Something about Supreme Court Justice Clarence Thomas and wife Ginni seemed vaguely familiar, finally conjuring up in my brain the ancient memory of my late Uncle Russ and Aunt Roselie.

Uncle Russ and Aunt Roselie had nothing near the wealth accumulation of the Thomases, but they carried themselves as if they did and my prissy Aunty Roselie played a similar supporting role, always perfectly coiffed and "done up" while wearing her latest clothing from Seattle's I. Magnin.

Still stuck in my brain is the embarrassing childhood memory of my ne'er do well dad sucking up to Uncle Russ, simonizing his Plymouth for $100 to pay for a family trip back in 1958.

As a teenager, I would stop by my uncle and aunt's, listen to Russ's spiel, a constant infomercial about his greatness that he always ended with the same wornout disclaimer once he thought you were sufficently impressed;

"Oh, I'm just a simple man, like the Latin word humus, 'of the earth.' "

Damn, if Justice Thomas didn't utter a similarly phony line in 2023, after being gifted every accoutrement of wealth imaginable by Republican billionaire Harlan Crow and others;

“I prefer the RV parks. I prefer the Walmart parking lots to the beaches and things like that. There's something normal to me about it,” . . .  “I come from regular stock, and I prefer that — I prefer being around that,” said Thomas.

My late mother used to call this fake persona "putting on airs," and while it comes in a wide variety of shapes and sizes, phoniness is still phoniness.