Happily, users can change their Twitter handles as often as they like. I have the sense my coup d’nom won’t last long.
Different shirts, same assholes. They were fascists then and they’re fascists now.
Before I hit the kitchen, here are a couple of thoughts weighing on my mind.
Donna and I celebrated New Year’s Eve with dinner and a movie: I grilled steaks, which we ate on trays while watching Harrison Ford chew up the scenery in Air Force One.