There was a debate among the Democrat candidates on television this evening, which I largely ignored, despite the howls from the lounge where the cigar smokers were, and I still haven't read anything about it.
So I can't really comment. Never-the-less, I heard parts of it.
Superficial first impressions: glib, angry, and unrealistic.
Over the next several months we will weed out all the luftmenschen, and then be left with someone who doesn't stand a chance.
I look forward to torch and pitchfork time.
On that note, a conversation I overheard on the street.
"One of these days, I'll get what I deserve!"
"Run, Kyle, run!!!"
That last sentence sounded frantic and desperate. Kyle had better run, his life might depend upon it. And in any case, he has a head start.
Unlike the debates, that's a conversation of which I wish I had heard more. Despite not knowing any of the people involved (there were several of them). Kyle might be a better candidate than any of the current presidential wannabees.
Don't invite any of these people over for chip and dip.
Especially not the elderly geezer.
Or Willie Brown's proxy.
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