Funny how that desk doesn’t look so tiny when real presidents sit behind it, huh?
Lordy, it’s going to be hard to be gracious in victory and not return spite for spite, but I’ll try.
Fame is a heady drug. So where are the girls and money already?
What, you say Hallowe’en isn’t a national holiday? Well, it damn well should be!
Our mail-in ballots arrived yesterday afternoon. I filled mine out this morning.
It still jars to have to think about, plan around, and reassure friends and readers we’re taking measures to stay safe during this goddamn pandemic. I don’t want it to be the new normal. There’s nothing normal about it.
If I was an observer on Mars, interpreting television signals from Earth, about all I could say with certainty right now is “something’s up, and I don’t like the looks of 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?