The Wait Begins
The word of the day, fellow Democrats, is patience.
"The difference between the almost right word and the right word is really a large matter." —Mark Twain
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The word of the day, fellow Democrats, is patience.
Trump is the kidney stone in our political life. Passing it promises to be an ugly, painful experience.
Fame is a heady drug. So where are the girls and money already?
Some of my friends now believe Trump never had COVID1-19, that his brief stay at Walter Reed was a campaign stunt.
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.”