Last night’s debate between Vice-President Kamala Harris and The Convicted Felon was a world apart from the first one with President Joe Biden. It was a clear victory for Harris and just as clear a loss for the Mango Mussolini. He’s never seemed more incoherent or filled with lies than last night.
Those nasty immigrants eating people’s pets in Peoria. Or wherever. It matters not what city it supposedly was — it’s an utter, complete, racist lie. On the sick theory that repeating a lie often enough, no matter how outrageous, can make it believed.
I found Harris’s opponent so hard to listen to that I started beering myself. After the debate, I (drunkenly) expressed myself on the Substack Notes feed. I had a good time venting and thought to share my “tweets” here. WARNING: Language! This is me unfiltered and off-the-cuff.
A Very Merry Christmas (or Seasonal Equivalent) to One and All! My wish for everyone is a peaceful and joyful day of good food, good friends, good relaxation, or whatever you wish this season. Ideally you aren’t traveling today, but if you are I hope your journey is swift, easy, and safe.
Maybe you saw the article about putting a pickle in a (cheap) beer to make the beer taste — so we are told — much better. I’ve read three articles now recommending it. To be frank, the idea utterly horrifies me, mainly because I can’t stand pickles. Also because 
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