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- So, WTF America, what more do you need to see? Trump hired the people who appeared at his rally, or at the very minimum, he hired/sired the people who hired the people who appeared at his rally. These are the people he wants representing him. Are they the people you want representing us. Is Trump the one you want choosing them?
- Kamala Harris’s speech on the Ellipse was one of a series of powerful, graceful oratory she’s delivered contrasting the raspy, rambling speeches of the old man opposing her. Her appearances importantly reassure undecided voters that normalcy can be the norm, and the norm does not involve Trump.
- Let me get this straight: Conservatives are offended because, they say, the “Your Vote is Secret” campaign undermines marriages, claiming it makes a wife go against her husband, but it’s okay for a husband to turn his wife’s bodily autonomy over to a Republican governor?
- I welcome the data that show Republicans are taking advantage of early voting and vote-by-mail. First, because we should encourage every American to vote as an ideal but second, because many of these Republicans cast their ballots early because they’re eager to rid their Party of Trump. I’m more encouraged by the chasm in the women:men ratio, with women outpacing men by 10 percentage points, and in PA, 100,000 new voters have already cast their ballots.
- One guarantee for election night: Fox “News” will not be the first to call any swing state for Harris. They can’t afford another $787.5 million ratings hit.
- Anyone who thinks Elon Musk and Bobby Kennedy are fit to lead any government agency, let alone lead a complete overhaul of government and the US healthcare system, needs to barred from the former and committed into the latter. And by the way, wasn’t Kushner supposed to do both of those in the first term? How’d that work out?
- I think this nation needs a multi-racial female President for its 250th birthday. Let’s make it happen, because a Trump Semiquincentennial Spectacular Sellabration is too gaudy to think about.
- Melania went on Fox to pitch her AI-written book. She didn’t get one question about her husband’s tryst with a porn star while he was cheating on his mistress as Melania cared for their newborn, even though it was her first appearance on the network since his convictions for illegal payments to cover it up. Seems like another journalistic malpractice. Hillary would like a word.
- My early-on-Election-Night bellwether district: Pennsylvania 10th, MAGAt Scott Perry’s district. Perry won the district in 2020 by 7 points; if he loses (which is very possible), or even wins by less than three points, that will be an early sign that Trump is in for a long night.
- With his usual hyperbolic flare, Trump claims no one has seen a crowd like that at Madison Square Garden ever. Side note: Billy Joel sold out MSG 150 times.
- I’m like an arsonist on Christmas Eve: since our new chimney was finished at the beginning of this week, I’ve been itchin’ for a fire, but the weather has been in the 80s, so we haven’t christened it yet, dammit.
- Lee Greenwood is so fucking proud to be an American he also recorded “I’m Proud to be a Canadian” version with the same melody and a few words switched out to Canadian themes. This is why I watch John Oliver: I learn things.)
- There’s something depressing about the day after Halloween, like the darkness of winter comes down all at once.
- Fun part of Long Covid: screwed-up taste buds. About 70% of the time, I get nothing. (And that’s better than it was 3 months ago.) About 5% of the time, I get a “ghost flavor,” where something pops in for a moment that has nothing connected to the taste. If I taste anything, it’s usually a few seconds of a single overpowering flavor like an herb or a spice that might have a minor part in the recipe, and nothing else; my screwed-up taste buds amplify that single flavor. On rare occasions, that flavor lingers overpoweringly for minutes. Most of the time, spicy foods don’t bother me: while I may break out in a sweat because of the heat, I don’t taste the spice. But fun times happen when I only get a primary taste of the heat, and it amplifies. Suddenly, a medium salsa becomes Da Bomb. (Shout out to Hot Ones!)
- Someone needs to invent an odorless tuna salad, complete with hard-boiled egg. And no, it shouldn’t be you, Subway!
- I am foundationally proud of Mrs. Jack for her willingness, her enthusiasm, and her pride to walk the walk and do the physical work needed to make our democracy work. She shows up at the protests and the rallies; she’ll be at the polls Tuesday morning handing out campaign literature for local candidates. If you need motivation to save democracy, find someone like her. And thank those like her who show up at the polls, from the advocates outside to the poll workers indoors.
- My ideal trinity: Tangerine Dream, Northern Lights, Granddaddy Purple. My current: Super Boof, Pineapple Upside Down Cake, Ice Cream Cake.
- We’re at the point in our relationship where with one look, I will feel compelled to move seats and rearrange the pillows on the couch. Sheesh, this dog.
- I. Just. Want. It. Over. (Assuming, of course, the outcome goes as I hope and there’s not an armed rebellion in the aftermath.)
