We’ve got normal summer temps and normal summer sunshine, and today, in contrast to yesterday, is likely to be quick.
So if you feel like a read and missed it yesterday, it’s there for you.
As I’m sitting here on this July day, with Mitch McConnell almost certainly dead, though they seem reluctant to give us the satisfaction (and if you feel any pangs of propriety, I’ll invite you to see what they had to say when Justice Ruth Bader Ginsberg passed away, and mitch stole her seat. He himself denied her the right to lie in state in the rotunda).
So I can get out my dancing shoes for the grave of any ghoul of my choosing.
Mitch is, undeniably, one of the worst people who has ever set tainted feet on this earth. He is malice and cold anger gelatined together in a human-ish skin.
Or maybe was.
They never let us enjoy anything.
I will not miss that malignant turtle.
It’s incredible how the smallest of men get the biggest of roles in the course of history. It’s enough to make a person believe in pacts with the devil.
So if he’s gone, I certainly won’t pretend to be sad. There will be no pantomime of mourning, no hasty bleaching of his history.
Anyway, I promised brevity today and brevity you shall get, though I could go on on this topic forever.
Regardless, have a great Tuesday and just imagine the possibilities.





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