Friday, May 8, 2026

THE JEFFREY PROBLEM AND THE END OF THE TRUMP ADMINISTRATION

         You don’t usually have to wonder very much about how Donald Trump feels about a particular issue.  He doesn’t like Iranian jihadis, for example.  That seems clear.  He also doesn’t like the Jew-haters who run most of our major universities.  He loves huge government programs and has no interest in cutting federal spending unless it is spending done by his political opponents. He maintains an intense dislike for leftist prosecutors, both local and federal, who brought charges against him to jail him or defame him, and prevent him from being re-elected president.  He resents the theft of the 2020 presidential election.  He strongly disapproves of the race hatred and discrimination embedded in DEI and affirmative action programs.  He thinks, for some reason, that tariffs are a powerful tool for economic growth.

         I agree with him on many of these things, and not so much on some.  But I feel I know where he stands.  He will occasionally say the opposite of what he believes for rhetorical reasons, or to further negotiations, or simply to bluster and confuse his enemies, but those tactics are easy to spot.  “Take him seriously but not literally” has always been sound advice when trying to understand Donald Trump.

         However, I don’t know how he feels about the Epstein saga, the millions of documents detailing Epstein’s activities, the legal pursuit of men who committed sex or trafficking crimes against underage girls, or the responsibility of the Department of Justice to track down those men and prosecute them.

         It would have been easy to handle this problem on January 20, 2025.  He could have issued an executive order, along with all the others he signed that day, instructing his Attorney General to review all the Epstein documents, redact identifying information about the girl victims, and publish the lot.  Doing that would have satisfied his MAGA base and millions of others who wanted some type of justice to be done.  He had promised, or at least suggested, he would do something like that.

         And then nothing happened.  Or rather a lot of things happened that never satisfied anybody.  And so the issue remains, sitting there, a turd in the Trump Administration punchbowl.

         AG Pam Bondi was supposed to deal with the Epstein problem and she never quite did.  In February 2025, in an interview, she was asked if there was a list of Epstein’s “clients” (buddies? co-conspirators?), and would it be released.  She replied that it was “sitting on my desk right now.”  Then, five months later, after repeated inquiries, the “DOJ” (and not Bondi personally), said there was no such list.   Around the same time, Trump called the ongoing controversy a “Democratic hoax,” and said it was being used by the Democrats to distract the public from all the accomplishments in the first six months of his administration.  Which was probably true, of course, but he could have ordered all the documents released to end the distraction.  And he didn’t.

         Then Congress stepped in and passed a bill ordering all the Epstein files to be released.  Trump even signed it, on November 25.  It ordered the DOJ to disclose all their Epstein investigation files, and in December 2025 and January 2026, somewhere around 3.5 million documents were released.  Todd Blache, who was Bondi’s deputy at the time, said there were 6 million documents being reviewed, which suggests there are still more than 2 million documents that have not been made public.

         The latest major development was the firing of Pam Bondi as AG on April 2.  She was replaced, for now at least, by Todd Blanche, her former deputy.  In his first press conference as interim AG, he was asked about the Epstein documents and stated that no more would be released.  And when asked about whether there would be prosecutions of men for sex crimes based on information contained in the files, he did not say it was impossible but made it clear no effort was being expended to build any such cases.  Ghislane Maxwell, Epstein’s general factotum, is still the only person prosecuted and jailed for assisting Epstein in his abuse and trafficking of young girls.

         And THAT, it would appear, is THAT.

         Trump himself has not commented on the current state of l’affaire Epstein (which he brought about with the Bondi firing), so we must assume he is content with it.  At various times he has said that Epstein’s victims deserve justice and at other times he has belittled the entire issue as fraudulent.  Now he has killed the investigation entirely.  I wonder why.  I truly wish I had some insight into his thinking here because, as I will explain, it probably will result in the effective end of his presidency.

         Obsessive Trump-haters (a category that includes the New York Times), will tell you, as they have for years now, that he fears his own sex abuse/pedophilia/scummy behavior will be revealed in the Epstein files and he simply wants to prevent the disclosure of evidence about his own crimes.

         These are not serious people.  Trump’s denials themselves mean nothing, of course, but if he had been banging 14-year-olds supplied by Epstein or other cronies, it would have come to light fifty years ago.  Guys aged 79 are not suddenly revealed to be pedophiles and rapists and sex scum.  It happens in their 20s and 30s and there are usually dozens of women telling basically the same story.  That never happened with Trump.

         Even more telling is the fact that these millions of Epstein documents were sitting (somewhere) in the DOJ for eight years of Obama and four years of Biden.  If there had been something that could have destroyed Trump’s reputation and his rise to power, it would have been leaked.  The Democrats in Washington and elsewhere around the country tried EVERYTHING to stop him.  They were willing to prosecute him anywhere, for anything, to stop him from becoming president.  They even rooted through Melania’s underwear drawer.

         So the people who think Trump is merely protecting himself (or even that he started the Iran War to distract the public from the Epstein issue!), well, I said above they are “not serious people.”  Actually, they are incapable of coherent thought, perhaps because of their consuming hatred for the man.  It makes them irrational.

         However, I don’t have a good explanation for Trump’s actions on the Epstein files over the past 16 months.  He could have ended this at any time by dumping all the files into the public domain.  He still could.  But he won’t.  And as for why he won’t, all I have is a theory.

         The richest guy I ever met was the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar corporation.  He had a wife and four kids, was married for decades, and had never been faithful to his wife.  He was a high-energy guy who never lost sight of the bottom line, and he worked 70 or 80 hours a week.  He once told me, “Women are pussies with garbage cans on top.”

         There are a lot of guys like him, and a lot of the men in the Epstein files live his lifestyle and share his views.   They work hard, they have tons of money, and they have no patience for timewasters or waiting in line at restaurants and airports.  They want to have sex with young attractive women or girls, but they don’t have the time or interest in wooing them and they lack the social skills to even attempt it.

         Donald Trump knows these men, who are professionals, businessmen, celebrities, executives, salesmen, financiers, politicians, bankers, and even a former prince named Andrew.  He knows hundreds of them, or even thousands.  And he likes them.  He likes them because they are “important” just like he is, and he doesn’t care much about their behavior.  They lie, but lying is part of what they must do.  They intimidate people to get what they want, and they may go up to the limits of the law (or even a bit beyond), but that’s just who they are.  They’re “tough guys,” again just like he is.

         He likes them.  He genuinely admires and respects them.

         He likes Bill Clinton, the serial rapist, sociopath, and co-conspirator in selling his wife’s Secretary of State office to any tyrant and torturer who was willing to pay him a million bucks for a fifteen-minute speech. “I like Bill Clinton,” says Trump.  “I like his behavior toward me.  I think he understood me.”

         He likes Putin too, of course.  I mean, how does anybody LIKE Putin?

         And Xi Jinping?  Trump calls him a “brilliant leader.”  He admires Xi’s strength and decisiveness.  “I got along with him great,” says Donald Trump.  The genocide of the Uighurs?  The dead-of-night purges of political rivals?  Having organs removed from prisoners and implanted into rich guys?  President Trump doesn’t talk much about some of Xi’s more unsavory activities, or maybe all that is part of the decisiveness and strength he admires.

         He even got along with Epstein himself for quite a while, until Epstein began to pursue the young daughter of a Mar-A-Lago member.  At that point, Trump dumped Jeffrey, not because he necessarily disapproved of him, but because he became a threat to one of Trump’s business relationships.

         And that’s the only theory that, in the world I see, fits all the facts.  Trump wants to bury (and has buried), the Epstein documents because there are lots of “important men” and “tough guys” that he doesn’t want exposed as creepy sexpests and sexual scumbags.  He likes them.  He feels it would be somehow unfair to expose them to public scrutiny.

         The problem is that none of his MAGA people or other Republicans agree with him.  The people who voted for Trump have always wanted the Epstein pedophiles and traffickers and sexual harassers to be exposed and prosecuted, and they assumed (from Trump’s promises), that he would do so.  Now that it seems clear he will not, much of his support will drift away.  On this one issue, he has betrayed almost everyone who supported him. He does not understand how important this is to the people who put him in office.

         I am a Trump fan.  I think he already has some wonderful achievements, and there may be many more.  But no matter how well he does in Iran, and how many Salvadoran rapists he deports, and how many useless federal employees he fires, and how many racist DEI programs he shuts down, and how strong the economy is, I am afraid that the 2026 mid-terms will be the end of Trumps agenda simply because he refused to follow through on his promise to blow up the world of Epstein and all his buddies.  Once the Democrats get Congress, the impeachments and the investigations and all the other phony outrage starts up all over again, and the Trump presidency will be effectively over.

Copyright2026MichaelKubacki

Wednesday, April 29, 2026

MORE…MOVING TO VEGAS

 

I’m a long way from a major league ballpark and since I don’t have cable, I don’t even get a lot of baseball on TV.

 

However, I live across the street from Majestic Park, a city facility in Las Vegas featuring twelve beautifully-groomed softball fields with screens, shaded metal bleachers, home-run fences, enclosed dugouts, protected enclosures for cameras and radar guns, and scoreboards.  The fields are different sizes because the girls who play there (it’s all girls), range from ages four through eighteen.  It’s in use year-round, though I am curious about what sort of action I will see when the temps hit 120 degrees.  I am told there are international tournaments, and I don’t know that for sure, but there can't be a lot of girl fastpitch facilities like Majestic Park anywhere in the universe.

 

I have taken to going over there in the evenings.  I plop down with my discreetly-concealed beers and watch the young ladies.  They are well-equipped and everybody has a nice uniform (fitted, and not cheap).  From ages 12 and up, the girls have individual walk-up music.

 

As for the coaches, I’m sure there are good ones and bad ones, but there are a lot of them, and they are all seem serious about teaching their girls and bringing home the bacon.  I haven’t seen any crazy ones yet, and I haven’t seen a serious argument or shouting match either.

 

You can get a footlong hot dog while you are watching, or some popcorn or fresh donuts or a soda or fresh-squeezed lemonade, and they do not cost what you would pay at Dodger Stadium.  On a pleasant evening, after the sun has dipped below the mountains, contentment abounds for the casual fan.

 

The parents are extremely well behaved, which leads me to believe there are strict rules about acceptable parental behavior.  Most of the moms chat with a girlfriend or two, and some have babies they are tending, while the dads talk to a buddy and sip from their insulated opaque metal containers, much like I do.   Most of the noise comes from the dugouts where the girls are chanting and singing songs and trashing the opposing pitcher.  They ARE actually kids after all.

 

Don’t get me wrong here.  This is not the Mets and the Pirates.  A lot of routine ground balls wind up in right field.  But every now and then, you will see a pitcher who can move the ball around the strike zone and then get strike three on a fastball in the dirt.  I’ve also seen a little porkchop of a girl put together a 10-pitch at bat with 6 foul balls and wind up with a walk, and I thought, “Wow, you just did a baseball thing, didn't you, honey?”

 

I stay until my beer is gone and then I head home.  Lately, however, I’ve started taking more beer.

 

 

*****

         I have written about Las Vegas and its hundreds of housing developments, each featuring dozens of identical structures in identical color-schemes, each landscaped in red gravel (my house) or perfectly green, weed-free bluegrass (Steve Wynn’s house).  Each clot of condos or apartments or duplexes, or whatever, has a soft, multi-syllabic name denoting its existential tranquility, grace and deluxeness to any poor sucker who can’t afford to live there but who can read the name on the coyote-proof barricade surrounding the compound.  I live in Legends.  Other people live in Sandstone Edge or Desert Creek or Tucson Trails.

         The problem is that there are so many of these charming enclaves that real estate guys are running out of names.  If you accidentally copy some other developer, there may be trouble.  There may be lawsuits.

         That’s where I come in.  All you need to do in order to name your project is consult my list below.  Pick one name from column A, combine it with a word from column B, and you will have a unique appellation for your construction that no one will ever accidentally copy or steal. 

A                                  B

Scrotum                  Ranch

Pedophile                Estates

Spleen                     Conservatories

Prostate                    Manors

Uvula                        Overlook

Phlegm                      Village

Bile                            Canyon

Offal                          Vistas

Smegma                     Reserve

Dung                           Hills

Mucus                         Trails

Scum                           Acres

Putrid                           Crest

Grotty                           Pointe

Rancid                          Meadows

Bunghole                      View

Copyright2026MichaelKubacki

 

Tuesday, April 21, 2026

ACCOUNTABILITY AT SCOTUS—NOT!


         On May 2, 2022, Politico published a draft of the Supreme Court opinion in Dobbs v. Jackson Women’s Health Organization, alerting the world that SCOTUS was about to overrule Roe v. Wade and declare there was no federal constitutional right to abortion.  Immediately, there were illegal and frightening protests at the homes of Supreme Court justices.  A short time later, there was an assassination attempt on Brett Kavanaugh.

         The official opinion was finally released on June 22, 2022, revealing that the Politico draft had been stolen and leaked from somewhere inside the Court.

         Outrage followed.  All the justices (or most of them, anyway), were stunned that such a thing could happen in such a collegial place where everyone respected the traditions and values of the Court.  There would have to be an investigation!

         And did Chief Justice Roberts turn the matter over to the FBI?  Were all the law clerks and administrative people interrogated?  Were all their recent movements and contacts and phone records examined?  Were they given lie-detector tests?

         Uh…not exactly.

         Roberts turned the investigation over to Supreme Court Marshal Gail Curley, whose job it is to supervise security at the court building, make sure the doors are locked and ensure that demonstrators don’t get too unruly.  There is no indication she had ever conducted an investigation before, and certainly not one of this importance.  Nevertheless, the Chief Justice chose Curley.  He would probably have been better off picking Moe or Larry instead. 

         On January 19, 2023, the court issued a statement that “the Marshal’s team determined that no further investigation was warranted” for the 82 employees they had questioned who might have had access to the Dobbs draft.  The Marshal had conducted “formal interviews” with all of them.   They all denied leaking the opinion and they all signed sworn statements attesting they were not the source of the leak. 

         Formal interviews?  Did everyone wear neckties?  Does “formal” mean you weren’t allowed to wear a t-shirt and shorts?  And what about the sworn statements?  Did Curley make them do a pinky-swear or just a regular swear?

         And that was the end of it.  No one was held responsible for breaching the centuries-old tradition of confidentiality at the Supreme Court and nobody ever will be. *

         What is infuriating about this particular dropped ball (one hates to call it a “cover-up” without more evidence), is that everybody who works on legal opinions at the Supreme Court knows who did it.  There are nine justices, each of them have four law clerks, and there are another 35 to 40 people who handle communications with outside lawyers and have some access to information about opinions.  That means this little guild consists of only 80 to 85 people.  They all know each other, they eat lunch with each other, they talk to each other about cases, they play basketball with each other, and they invite each other to their homes for dinner.  Justice Alito said in a 2023 interview with the Wall Street Journal that he “has a pretty good idea” who did it.  Of course he does.  They all do.  But this is Washington and nobody can be held accountable.  It would be rude.  People might talk about the leaker.  He might have trouble getting a multi-million-dollar job in a premier law firm.

         And now, largely because Justice Roberts would not hold anyone‘s feet to the fire for the worst leak in SCOTUS history, it has happened again.   Only now it’s worse.  Since everyone knows that a breach of confidentiality will not be punished, the leakers have multiplied.

         Two days ago, the New York Times published confidential memos the justices had sent to each other in 2016 concerning an Order from SCOTUS summarily halting Barack Obama’s climate change edict near the end of his presidency.  These  memos form the foundation of the arguments about the “Shadow Docket” the Court now uses to quickly reverse extra-legal orders of partisan District Court judges who rule that Trump policies be stopped immediately.  Allowing the orders of these rogue judges to stand would mean many months of delay before the appeal system could operate and a final ruling be issued by SCOTUS.

         It’s a completely partisan matter, of course.  The leftists on the Court knew Obama’s Order would have irrevocably changed US environmental policy before it could be legally overturned as being beyond his authority, and that was fine with them.  They wanted Obama to rule unchecked.  Now, however, they want illegal orders of District Court judges to remain in effect as long as possible and cripple Trump’s power to govern.

         That is why these leaks occurred.  The NYT and the leftists who work at the SCOTUS disapprove of the Shadow Docket and how it is being used to allow a fair hearing for Trump Administration policies, so they have stolen these documents and are trying use them as part of an “exposé” of the Court’s supposed deference to Trump.

         Good luck to them.  The problem of what should be done about illegal edicts by rogue judges or rogue executives will continue to be debated.  My point here is a different one---that the tradition of confidentiality and respect for the legal process has now disappeared because John Roberts didn’t care about it.

         Regarding the confidential memos from 2016, the NYT writes:

         “To better understand what happened next, the Times spoke to 10 people…who were familiar with the deliberations over the pivotal emergency order and who spoke on condition of anonymity because confidentiality was a condition of their employment.” (Emphasis added.)

         Ten people?  They didn’t ask twenty?  It is believed the Dobbs decision was stolen by a single person.  Now apparently, everybody will talk to you, at least if you are the New York Times.  It appears they can call up anybody at the Court and find out what Justice Alito said to Justice Thomas in the men’s room that morning.

         And it’s all because Justice Roberts didn’t bother to investigation the Dobbs leak. 

Copyright2026MichaelKubacki   

         

*I don’t think there is much doubt the leak of the Dobbs opinion was a crime, though that legal question may be arguable.  What is NOT arguable is that lying in the sworn statement denying responsibility IS a crime under 18 U.S.C Section 1001.  (That’s the statute they used to put Martha Stewart away for two years.)

 

Sunday, February 22, 2026

MOVING TO VEGAS: Observations About My New Home

 

“In Carthage, nothing that results in profit is regarded as disgraceful.”

                  ---Polybius, 2nd Century BC

 

“Much the same can be said of Vegas.”

                  ---Me, 2025

 

There are mountains here everywhere, hundreds of mountains.  I cannot go outside and NOT see mountains.  The closest ones are bare and rocky and desert-like.  In the distance they are snow-capped. 

 

         With the mountains all around, you also get a big sky that stretches over the entire basin that is Vegas.  Sometimes it’s blue from one horizon to the other.  More often, there are clouds tinted by shadows and sunlight into variegated streaks and puffs, and the colors change constantly in the afternoon as the sun drops behind the mountains.  It’s quite beautiful and I’m trying to enjoy it because I know it’s going to start to piss me off any day now.       

 

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         In Uncle Vanya, or maybe it’s The Cherry Orchard, there’s a comic character who delivers a pompous dissertation on how much he misses his home.  “In Moscow, I had a nephew and a cousin; here I have nothing.  In Moscow, there are elephants at the zoo.  Here, I have nothing.”

 

         There are still times I feel like that guy.  In Philadelphia, I had naked mole rats and half-price burger nights at Murphy’s and good Italian rolls and people walking around dressed like Betsy Ross---here I have nothing.  Ah well….

 

         Moving to a new city you know nothing about is fraught with things you don’t know, and you don’t even know you didn’t know them.  Las Vegas, for example, has a highly competitive sushi restaurant scene with all-you-can-eat sushi available 24/7, with an infinite variety of rolls you’ve never seen before and fish species so strange that you are justifiably wary.   I had no idea. 

 

         But try to find a cream donut.

 

         The absence of cream donuts is something I never expected.  The angel cream (NOT Bavarian!), donut covered in powdered sugar is a guilty pleasure I became hooked on at the age of four.  They came from Hesh’s bakery on Castor Avenue in NE Philly, a bakery that disappeared late in the 20thCentury.  But there were plenty of other bakeries that made cream donuts, including Dunkin and Krispy Kreme, and I’ve been eating them for the last seventy years.

 

As the fashion for “health food” began to spread across the fruited plain, my angel cream donuts became less and less morally acceptable, and I began (without consciously deciding), to sneak them.  Few of my friends have ever seen me eat a cream donut.  Even my wife is not aware of the full extent of this lechery because I would often grab one at Shoprite and inhale it before I got home with the rest of the groceries.  I told myself I was sparing her the spectacle of my consumption.  She doesn’t care to see food on my face and there’s no way to consume a cream donut without plastering your mug with powdered sugar, so I was doing her a favor.  You see that, right?  But it wasn’t true.  I was hiding my cream donut vice from her.  And now, in Vegas, I am unable to indulge at all.  Karma, dude.  It’s a bitch.

 

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         For someone who has spent years driving the streets of Philadelphia, Las Vegas is a surprise.

 

         We live in a residential area characterized by a grid of 4-lane streets that intersect at 4-way stop signs.  People stop at these signs; they don’t roll through them.  Everybody actually stops.  In fact, if someone gets to their sign a half second before you, they will often sit there and let you go first.  Being from Philly, I at first thought they were idiots.  Then I realized they were being polite and obeying traffic laws.  Imagine that.

 

         I also don’t see cars driving six inches behind my bumper.  And if you have the right of way, nobody cuts in front so you are forced to brake.

 

         I am told people do dangerous things on the road downtown and near the casinos, especially after dark, and I don’t doubt there are crazy drunks in Las Vegas, but I don’t drive around the casinos late at night, so I never see them.

 

         I attribute driving manners at least partly to the fact that Nevada is a “constitutional carry” state where a lot of normal people are packing, versus Philadelphia where most people who are armed are criminals because it’s so difficult for good citizens to carry a weapon legally.  People tend to be more polite in a place like Vegas because there are so many guns on decent people’s hips.  You would rather not piss anyone off.

 

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         The cultural differences, like driving patterns, are the things you notice first when you move to a different city.  Smoking, for example. There is more indoor smoking here because it is permitted in casinos and everyplace with a bank of slot machines is considered a sort of casino.  Smoking is not as common as it was, of course, so you never encounter a smoke-filled room, even in Vegas, but I do like the smell of cigarette smoke when I encounter it.  I think I still miss smoking from when I stopped twenty years ago.  To me, the smell will always say “party.”

 

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         There’s also more water-carrying in Las Vegas than I’m accustomed to.  I have generally regarded people who carry a drinking liquid around with them with something less than esteem and respect.  When I visited Joshua Tree, California this summer, where the daytime temperature was 110 degrees, my views on water-carrying changed a bit, and I now carry my own water in an insulated container.  I’m not proud of it, and it’s not 110 degrees here, so I have no excuse.  I often forget to take my water with me so maybe I’m conflicted.  Am I forgetting my water bottle on purpose?  Subconsciously?  I mean---who the hell am I?

 

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         There’s no recycling here.  I wouldn’t know how to recycle my beer cans if I wanted to, though I assume there is a city program of some kind because they exist everywhere.  People in the West routinely see vast expanses of nothing and conclude, quite reasonably---well, why can’t we just bury our beer cans in the desert?  I suspect nobody west of the Mississippi was ever persuaded by the we’re-running-out-of-landfills scam of that EPA guy in 1990.  They see that the world consists of little towns here and there, and then there are mountains and deserts and billions of acres of nothing, so the idea of recycling to save the planet just seems silly. 

 

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         Then there’s bicycle culture, and I apologize for injecting politics into this purely observational piece but it’s difficult to avoid when the subject of bicycles must be discussed.  I confess I have strong feelings about members of the Bike Path Left, the maniacal partisans who often bear “SHARE THE ROAD” tattoos on their thighs and buttocks, who almost elected Howard Dean president in 2004, who only care about bikes and bike lanes, and who are only dimly aware of issues such as inflation, immigration, war, LGBT rights, the climate, and drug policy.  I like the Bike Path Left less than I like communists, and I don’t like communists very much.

 

         I’m intimately familiar with them from Philadelphia, of course, where they have dragooned hundreds of miles of city street acreage for lanes that may be traversed by two bikes per hour but collectively render the entire city undriveable by cars.  The streets of downtown Philly were largely laid out in the 18th Century, so they weren’t very wide to begin with.  Now, laced with bike lanes, they are half the size they once were. 

 

         We have hundreds of miles of bike lanes here in Vegas as well because---well, you know, because of climate change---but most streets in quiet residential neighborhoods are four (or even six), lanes wide, so the bike lanes are not nearly as annoying.  They are even more ridiculous, however, because except for an hour or two per week, they are never used.

 

         Though there is little point in Philly to cutting streets in half for bike lanes that serve no real purpose in moving people around, there are people who use them.  It is possible to commute by bicycle from 10th and Wolf to your job in City Hall and there are probably three people who do that. Therefore, if you are a member of the Bike Path Left, those three people fully justify the $600 billion Philly has spent on bike lanes.

 

         But nobody does that in Vegas.  For one thing, you probably live on Lone Mountain Drive and your job is at the Red Rock Casino eighteen miles away, and you must wear your uniform to work, and for long stretches throughout the year, the ambient temperature is 106 degrees F.  NOBODY rides a bike to work in Vegas.

 

         So who uses the thousands of miles of bike lanes in Las Vegas?

 

          The only time I see anyone on a bike is on Saturday morning when a crew of ten or twelve will pedal past you, all in their multi-colored Italian spandex.  Then, by noon, they’re home again and the streets offer nothing but cars for another week.

 

         Still, you know…climate change. 

 

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         A large proportion of residential housing in Las Vegas, including where we live, is found in gated communities with walls around them, making these communities difficult to distinguish from minimum-security prisons.  There are hundreds of them, and they all have names designed to impress you with their all-consuming elegance.  Here’s a few:

         Enclave at Gold Rush

         Legends

         El Capitan Ranch

         Durango Reserve

         The Pueblo

         Stone Canyon

         Mariposa

         Timberline

         Big Horn

         Desert Trace

         Desert Creek

         Copperhead Estates

Painted Desert

         Sandstone Edge

         Stone Canyon

         Mar-a Lago

         Cambria

         Deerbrooke Estates

         Cranston Ranches Estates

         Tucson Trails

         Grandview

         Panorama

 

         They are beige.  The buildings and the walls are beige, and all the houses and condos are surrounded by the same red gravel, which comes from the Red Rock Canyon just outside of town.  Millions of years created an iron-rich sandstone, and the red is from the rusting of the iron in the stone.   Instead of lawns, there are 83 trillion tons of this red gravel on the ground in Las Vegas.  Pretty at first, then monotonous.

 

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         Cheap in Vegas: limes (but not lemons), avocadoes, booze, peppers, and beer.

 

         Very expensive in Vegas (or impossible to find):  Russian or Eastern European foods, tarragon (and other fresh herbs), and the nutmeg-adjacent spice called mace.  Pork costs at least twice as much as it does in Philly.  And I haven’t found a good loaf of bread.

 

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         I got a library card here shortly after I arrived and, after living in Philly, was more than a little surprised by the rules and procedures.  Late returns ARE NOT TOLERATED.  For the evil-doers, there is a frightening array of fines, assessments, loss of privileges, and a “collection agency service fee.”  I think eventually they send you to Guantanamo. 

 

         I always thought it was a mistake when the Free Library of Philadelphia abandoned late fees, and I think I was proven correct a few years later when shoplifting was also de-criminalized.  Now, in Philly, most felonies are simply overlooked, and it is sort-of impolite even to mention them.  It’s a slippery slope IMHO, and it starts with the elimination of overdue book fees.

 

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         Music you hear frequently on classic rock stations in Las Vegas but never in Philadelphia: Meat Loaf.

 

         Music you hear frequently on classic rock stations in Philadelphia but never in Las Vegas: The Beatles.

 

Copyright2026MichaelKubacki

Monday, February 2, 2026

2026 NFL Playoffs—The Superbowl

 

New England vs. Seattle (-4.5)

 

         It remains my position that the most important quality of teams that get to, and win, the Superbowl, is an ability to complete long passes.  It can help to have an effective running back and it can help to have a competent defense (especially a pass defense), but neither of these features offer any value as a predictor of the team that will take home the Lombardy Trophy.  Year after year, however, the teams that go deepest into the playoffs are those that can throw the ball downfield.  This is why the guys who win the Superbowl MVP trophy are usually named Simms, Elway, Warner, Rodgers, Brees, Montana, Manning, and Bradshaw, with a few guys named Rice, Branch, Swann, and Biletnikoff thrown in.  O.J.?  Nah.  Barry Sanders?  Nope.  There are a few running backs on the list but the last one was Terrell Davis in 1998.

 

         By this measure, the best AFC team this year was the Patriots.  Buffalo had an argument for a while, but the final Adjusted Yard/Pass (AYP) for the Patriots was 8.1, the best in the league.

 

         In the NFC, the Rams and the Packers both challenged Seattle for the AYP crown, but the Seahawks kept getting better while L.A. and Green Bay faded.  The Seahawks are now clearly the best the NFC can offer.

 

         This is the correct Superbowl.  New England and Seattle are the two best teams.  And by my reckoning, the Patriots are a wee bit better.

 

         The most important number to consider is offensive AYP, where the Patriots prevail by 8.1 to Seattle’s 6.9.  Though less important, Seattle’s defensive AYP is better (4.5 to 5.7), reflecting the fact of Seattle’s superior pass defense, which may be the best in the NFL.

 

         Other measures are close.  Each team is 7-0 in blow-outs, defined as a win by 11 or more points.  Also, each has a double-digit average margin of victory over the course of their full season.

 

         With the Patriots superior in my numbers, and the Seahawks favored by 4.5, I must take New England here.

 

         It is tempting to look at the Conference Championship games and make too much of the QB performances.  Drake Maye, against an inspired Denver defense and very unpleasant Denver weather, went 10/21 for 86 yards with no interceptions.  He was terrible.  Sam Darnold, on the other hand, had one of his best games of the season, going 25 for 36 for 346 yards (and no INTs) against the Rams.

 

         However, when we compare these QBs based on their overall season performances, well…there’s no comparison.  Each man played every game for his team in 2025-6, and Darnold had a very nice year, with a 7.0 AYP and a 99.1 NFL QB rating.  But Maye’s AYP was a full yard more (8.0), he had six fewer interceptions than Darnold, and he achieved a 113.5 NFL QB rating.

 

         In 2025-6, Drake Maye put up the best stats of any quarterback in the NFL but, for some reason, the Rams’ Matthew Stafford is considered THE superstar and Maye is viewed as “just some guy.”

 

         I refuse to write off the entire season because of how Maye performed in dreadful conditions on January 25th.  The Pats win.  The Pats are back.

 

Copyright2026MichaelKubacki