Somber day yesterday … 9/11 — the day “some people did something” — as our good friend Ilhan Omar from Walz’s state famously described it.
My brain was so full of things to say at the debate I couldn’t really say anything yesterday at all. My brain just didn’t work. Like the SpongeBob episode where he learns so much about French food to be a classy French waiter that he forgets his own name — that’s how I was yesterday.
No one noticed, as it was more of a day for photo ops… sure, I had to shake Trump’s hand, and even smile as Biden wore a MAGA hat for some period of the day… like “we all are one on this day.” And… yeah… pretend like I cared for the people and the country. Not as easy as it looks!
Now — back to politics. Fuck Trump. I’m now favored in Vegas. And now that another rich elite Hollywood/singer/songwriter has told everyone how to vote… we probably have it in the bag. Except that Taylor’s post told people to do their own research. That could pose a problem.
We were “bleeding young people” but that has stopped. We would be “bleeding people with brains” if they “do their research” as Swift suggests and take a long hard look at my plans. But, that’s probably not going to happen….
Everyone too busy looking at my slick hair and beautiful fucking smile. We good.