This is the time of year where I always spend a lot of time thinking about all the unfortunate people in the country who live in food deserts and have no access to fresh fruit. For dinner I had a bunch of cantaloupe that was so juicy and sweet I considered sticking my head in the shower to get the juice out of my beard, and almost did, but then realized I have two peaches in the fridge that are going to make me sticky again so just ride it out.
I honestly wonder how much lower obesity rates would be in the country if children were given GOOD fruit at an early age. And not canned bullshit or sad grocery store red delicious apples. Real fruit. I think were I an adult with children, when I introduced them to new fruits and vegetables I would only give them the absolute best iteration of said fruit/vegetable the first time they tried something. Like make sure they got the platonic ideal of a tomato, still warm from being in the sun, fresh off the vine. Seasoned well. Get it so that their first gut reaction to an item is “This is good.”
Such a wonderful time of year.
So Trump went to the National Association of Black Journalist and appeared on stage for what was supposed to be an hour long Q&A. Trump being Trump, and about three minutes in and his klan hood started to poke through his foundation and blush, and about 20 minutes later his handlers yanked him off the stage like the Unknown Comic at the Gong Show. And you have to watch the whole thing. It’s honestly worse than I am describing it here, with him raging at one of the panelists and then going on a tirade about Kamala not being black enough and only becoming black when it was politically expedient.
Wingnuts online are of course now looking at Kamala’s birth certificate and screaming it doesn’t say black anywhere (it doesn’t) and completely ignoring the fact that it does say Jamaican. At the forefront of this is none other than Lara Loomer, the lifesize colostomy bag who keeps looking for rock bottom and coming up empty.
At any rate, at first, before the event, I was with everyone else thinking it was a bad idea for them to give him the platform, but after the event, I realized the NABJ knew exactly what the fuck they were doing. They knew if you put a bunch of black women on stage with Donald Trump and subjected to him to any questions, he would lose his shit. And boy did he.
Those ladies set a trap and Trump barrel rolled into and wallered around in it like a pig in shit. Well done, NABJ!
I think I am gonna head downstairs and watch some idiot box before bed. Peace out.


