I didn’t think Biden should have agreed to debate Trump in the first place, knowing Trump would turn it into a shitshow, and didn’t want to watch. But I did, and Trump did, and that’s the last Trump/Biden debate that’ll darken my TV.
Why is everything so goddamn hard? Fucking coronavirus. It’s easy to understand why so many people want to pretend it’s no longer a threat and get back to normal life.
I caught a mouse last night.
I’ve been reading a long profile of the late Toni Morrison in The New Yorker (“Ghosts in the House,” Oct 27, 2003). In it she recalled her family’s instinctive and deep-seated mistrust of white people. Morrison’s memory struck a chord, because I’ve only recently come to appreciate the extent to which I share it.
The media isn’t going to change. Critical thinking skills are more important than ever. If your first thought is “good luck with that,” I’m with you, baby. We’re doomed. Got any donuts?
Donald Trump may not be the worst unelected occupant of the White House — many say that distinction belongs to George W. Bush — but he is absolutely the smallest.
When you turn 65 and go on Medicare, you get one last physical examination.
Some of us, from the beginning, warned that Trump would model himself after corrupt authoritarian rulers like Putin.