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.
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.
True enough there’s never been an election like this in our country. It’s unbelievable, save for the fact it’s happening right in front of our eyes.
It would be entirely in character for Trump, in a fit of loser spite, to pull the trigger on the kind of white supremacist street violence we saw last night.
Lordy, it’s going to be hard to be gracious in victory and not return spite for spite, but I’ll try.
As I write, the election remains undecided.
Some of my friends now believe Trump never had COVID1-19, that his brief stay at Walter Reed was a campaign stunt.