The DNC
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that a surprise convention appearance by Beyonce would be the most awesome, but is still kinda rooting for DMC at the DNC.
In Which Your Humble Blogger knows that a surprise convention appearance by Beyonce would be the most awesome, but is still kinda rooting for DMC at the DNC.
In Which Your Humble Blogger used to think that everyone was a moron and a grifter, but realized at some point that most people are actually pretty clever and pretty decent.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is cross and cranky, and doesn’t even begin to talk about the plagiarism thing.
In Which Your Humble Blogger shares notes with you, my Gentle Readers.
In Which Your Humble Blogger tries to diminish expectations for what won’t happen whilst heightening appreciation for what is bound to.
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually had one great-grandparent born in this country, but nobody believed that so I’m not sure it really mattered.
In Which Your Humble Blogger believes that the 18-30 demographic is our future, and must be condescended to accordingly.
In Which Your Humble Blogger doesn’t mean to be unduly dismissive of Bernie Sanders and his campaign, which was much more impressive than I ever imagined it would be. In the end, he never got close enough for anyone to bother running negative ads against him, which is nice.
In Which Your Humble Blogger actually thinks Elizabeth Warren would be a terrific choice, although better in the Senate.
In Which Your Humble Blogger is undecided.