From the National Affairs desk

Sorry to be all politics all the time, but seriously, this election is like a large turd hidden somewhere behind the bookcase. Sometimes you don’t really smell it all that much, but you know it’s there, somewhere just out of reach, and most of the time it’s radiating stench all out into the living room and you’re like godDAMN what is that fucking smell in here?

And but so tonight’s “debate.” Gosh. I am going to need Strong Drink to get through this. And apologies in advance to Mr. Gleemonex, but sir, I’m going to be talking through it. I cannot sit there in silence, boiling alive in a volcano of anxiety and cringe and hate and anger and astonishment and rage, leavened every once in awhile by a great Biden zinger (or worse, no zingers, if he decides to play the gentleman in hopes that Fox “News” won’t say he was mean to the nice mommy lady, a losing proposition if ever there was one).

Anybody got some ibogaine powder? Drink may not be enough …